They used to spend a lot of time together. But now, well the opposite could be said. What happened? What went wrong, where did it go wrong? Somehow, it was probably his fault, after all things usually were, one way or another. And yet, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Not sad, not lonely. Just accepting, perhaps? He'd already lost so much, what was another person? But did Adelayde deserve such apathy?
No, not really. She wasn't to blame, she'd done nothing wrong in fact, she was as blameless as they came. As good and as pure as anything, she was like his sister's in that regard. Except, you know, Adelayde was alive and they weren't.
It wasn't as though the Selwyn spent a lot of time thinking about his female counterpart. She wouldn't even be on his mind if he hadn't come across her scent as she no doubt lurked about, trying to be sneaky. She was a giant, there was no way Askan wouldn't notice her. Maybe once the the rye grass grew tall she might be able to hide,but now? He knew he'd find her and when he did, he would ask her why, what did she want?
Askan and his mate had claimed this little patch of the territory as their own, their little sanctuary, and whilst she wasn't trespassing per se if anyone loitered around there, then wasn't hard to figure out what they had in mind. She was being nosey.
"I know you're here." He rumbled, wincing a little as his words tugged at his sore throat on their way out. Fine, he'd keep this short. He adjusted his footing,glanced back into the mouth of the den and wanted nothing more than to crawl back inside. But first. "Just come out, I'm tired." More than he could ever say.