IN THE DARK

Fangs struck brutally into bone with a sickening crack as soft pink tongue lapped at marrow. Drashiel was polishing off the remains of a kill he'd scavenged. All the while he was planning a hunting strategy? well several. They were few in number so the prey they could take would be lesser so and yet there was the thrill of attempting one of his earlier strategies to go for a young musk oxen. They would soon be moving on so it was now or never if he wanted a taste of that sweet meat.


A roll of thunder echoed overhead causing the young male to growl as rain started to fall. Slurping up the last of his snack he shook his coat out and headed back toward the den. Once the rain had lifted he'd see if he couldn't get a group together or hell even if it was just him and Aldoro it was worth a shot.


Scent illustrious reached his nostrils as his head turned to its source? the Queen of Regium, Roman, the Bear Fighter. Drashiel stood frozen for a moment, his body still as the rain slicked off his coat. He did not have the words to say to her after her brutal loss, the pups? the blood?. his stomach nodded and his eyes squeezed shut. Truly he could've cared less about the whelps it was Roman he'd feared for. Roman he was almost certain he was going to lose and there wasn't a dam thing he could've done if fate had decided it was time. That helplessness. It was a feeling he never wanted to endure again.


Drashiel's course shifted suddenly as he headed towards the scent of the woman he so admired. "Roman?" he spoke softly, just barely hiding the crack in his voice. "It's so good to see you up and about." He strode forward over the the border leaning out to nuzzle her cheek. Pulling back he gazed at her. "But let's get out of this rain, hm? If you catch a cold Elli will never let me hear the end of it." He offered a soft smile unsure of how to behave around her. What could words possibly do to ease her pain?



"Speech"