contrecoup

(keeping Sibelle's answer to the last thread sort of vague?)

He had watched her fight, fight hard - and despite how well she did, she had yielded to the ivory woman. She had lost her crown, and he had followed her but not had the gall to approach her right off of the bat. Watching others follow to support her had made him hold himself back. Seeing that she had others had caused him to hesitate, but despite that he wanted to see first hand that she was alright. That she was taken care of. When he had spoke of her change, she had told him that she was a Queen.

How would she introduce herself now?

She was close, but he would howl for her regardless - a request to see her, to speak to her even if she did not want to say too much. Staying away from her while he was here was nearly impossible, hopefully she would not one day completely tire of his presence. He couldn't vanquish the fear that today would be the day.