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He howled for her, and waited for an answer. A response, another voice to join his own in the open air. And yet there was nothing, no one, silence had won out once more. His gaze would linger on the horizon, waiting for someone to break through, for that familiar red pelt to break the monotone of the forest foliage. For a moment, it seemed that she would not come - that she was not here. Or had not heard him. Or simply did not wish for his presence. His tail drooped, held between his legs as he fought between turning around and leaving these grounds and staying and waiting.


And then, he saw her. Her green eyes were as they were when he left, but there was something about that familiar gaze that was... different now. She did not greet him with the little french that he had taught her, only glanced at him, and even that was not the same. Coming here... it had been a mistake, hadn't it? Hatred was not something that he had felt, but the possibility of seeing it in her - it hurt. "Sibelle..." Clearly this woman had nothing to say to him... Luckily for her, this was not entirely unfamiliar to him. The time he had spent with Silana when they were young, he had filled in all of the quiet himself - and never thought anything of it. "You 'ave changed." And he had missed it - he had missed what had changed her. Who had she met? What had she done?


Surely this change could not have been brought about by him, could it?


"If you vant me to leave..." He would - and he would never return if that was what she wished. "I von't fight it - but please know zat I'm sorry." And slowly the brute would stitch together exactly what he had done. He had searched for his sister, waited for her to return - and in that, he had cast the same fate upon the russet woman. She had filled his thoughts while he was away - and the only reason he had returned was because of her. There was nothing else for him in this land... "I truly never meant to 'urt you." His ears would pull back as he lowered his head - he could no longer meet her gaze head on. Not when she didn't seem to want to see him looking back at her. Not when she didn't want to see him.