Erani came promptly to his call, and the cowardly part of Tyr wished greatly she had not. He wished he could have left, escaped without needing to face her disappointment in him. She looked so tired, so worn as she moved forward to embrace him. Steeled as he already was for what he was going to do, Tyr didn't flinched away, only swallowed hard as guilt rose up to choke him. He turned his mismatched gaze away as she spoke of how glad she was to see he was all right... because he wasn't all right. He wasn't, and never had been, and never would be. Before his cowardice could make him change his mind, Tyr moved back from her embrace and spoke bluntly. Practiced as these words were, there was hardly even a hint of his usual fearful stutter. "Erani, I'm leaving Valhalla."
There. It was said, the words hung in the air between them like fog. Green and gold eyes stared down at the ground rather than at his alpha - former alpha, he amended - but his whole demeanor was tense with determination. This was the only way he could see forward, the only way to keep Valhalla and Erani from suffering the same fate as his siblings... broken and grieving because his cowardice caused even more wolves to die.
