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Feanaro had unfinished buisness with Selia and her little pack. He had promised his sister that he'd not start any bickering or attack anyone so he wasn't very happy about that- he just needed some closure. In a way- he felt abandoned, like he had been nothing but a resource all his life to be used whenever it felt convieniant to do so. He was there when someone needed him and never thanked or rewarded. All his hard work in becoming stronger, faster, and wiser was for nothing. He'd have to live alone with his sister for the long hard winter, trying to keep her alive and happy. Recently his dreams had returned- they were more and more troubleing with each passing night but he averted his thoughts from them at the moment and followed the cold but still slightly present scent of Selia.

Scenting Feanaro, she automatically knew he was looking for them...She looked over her family...Hige, her mate..both seemingly sleeping. Luckily, she had decided to sleep near the exit, not wanting Hige to run off again. Slowly, she pushed her way up and out of the den, lifting her head to take a short sniff...surely it was Feanaro, he was coming closer. Her hackles lifted a bit, and she'd shift back a bit to sit before the entrance of her den...trying to keep her family safe, for now...to the best of her abilities, at least. She gave a loud whuff, maybe loud enough for Fae to hear her.

He responded with a low wuff, stopping a good distance from where he scented their den. He was still wounded- it was obvious in his stride and in how he stood. His neck had spiked a bit in the dry blood, his shoulder showed a massive patch of scab on it where he had been wounded and the fur around his sides had dried blood and dirt clinging to it. He looked nothing like the old wolf he had been. His head was hung terribly low, his tail hung limp behind him, and all the fire had gone from his eyes. Even his ears had lowered. Now and then a soft whine could be heard from him though he did his best to muffle it or hide it as a cough or snort.

At the response, she would wait. She knew he'd come closer if she did nothing to ward him off...though, it was awkward to have him running about near her family, again. She'd make sure that he didn't hurt her pup or mate...even if he had to kill her to get to them. Her rear was planted firmly near the entrance, tail curled around her hip slightly. Head and ears high and waiting for him to come...hoping this wasn't going to turn into another fight. She didn't know how much of her promise she could break to him...she had never wanted to in the first place. "Feanaro." She mumbled, and sighed soon afterwards.

He could see her from where he was- it seemed she didn't want to even move for him now. He sighed, slowly limping closer to her. He left a good yard between them before stopping. He refused to seat himself- he just might not be able to get up again. "Don't give me that look, Selia, I'd be a fool to try anything in this condition. I told you once before that I'm not going to throw my life away so easily." His voice was cracked and broken as his body was, soft and almost a whisper in how he spoke.

She would...but she had no idea what was going on at the second. Her ears lowered to her head, feeling horrible for hurting him so badly...she had never wanted to hurt him, ever. After all they had been through..yet, out of stupidity, she'd hurt him more than she ever thought was possible. She gave him a soft smile when he got closer, though noted that he didn't want to set down...probably a cautious movement.

"Hey, Feanaro." She greeted softly, ears lifting, trying to seem happy to see him..she was, but it was painful to see him in such a crushed state.

He simply watched her from the mask around his obviously tired eyes. His head didn't lift to greet her nor did his tail- nothing really moved on him aside from his sides with his slow breaths. He looked neither happy nor angry- just sad. "I'm here for farewells... not greetings."

Her heart clenched at this, and her ears drooped down automatically...farewells. He truly was going to leave them for good..he wouldn't even consider submitting to them, even if it meant a home and affection. She lowered her head considerably, eyes focused on the ground as if it were that interesting...

"Oh," was her wise response...note the sarcasm there. She sighed, and closed her eyes momentarily...being quite small compared to him, she could most likely be ripped apart if he was up for a fight. But, his condition seemed worse, all because of this petty bickering. "Feanaro...I'm sorry." She finally mumbled, despite the somewhat random-ness of the subject change. "I broke my promise," she began now, and stood up, moving closer to him. His wounds...they weren't cared for.

The only thing on her mind was to, at least, help him one more time before they said goodbye. His was like a brother to her, a guardian, yet...she had hurt him so badly. She shuddered, and lowered her head...but not enough to go below his own. She was still alpha...she was still higher...but her mind scolded her heavily for this.

"Life teaches you many things Selia... that river for instance. It looks harmless but if you turn your back you may end up on one of the rocks and it will break you." He said quietly, shifting his weight to his less wounded side- trying not to succomb to his urges to seat himself. He was tired, that was obvious, but he was set on standing. He didn't look at her directally so her wince and expression went un-noticed. Just about all he saw were his own paws in the dirt of the forest- still moist from a light rainfall earlier that day.

"You learn not to trust the river, you learn to always be on guard. Love the river for it gives you something you need to live- but know that it can betray you at any moment or leave all together."

She listened to him, knowing she had hurt him more than just on the flesh. She lowered her head further, now, and stared down towards the ground silently...still standing before him, though. Parting her ebony lips momentarily, she tried to speak, but it wouldn't come out. She turned her head to stare up towards the darkened skies...ears lowered against her skull firmly.

"I never wanted to hurt you." She commented blatantly, and focused back towards him, her eyes glinting lightly. "I never tried, I never purposly hurt you...never tried to put you in danger, or attack you.." She trailed off, knowing she sounded quite stupid at this point. Shaking her head, she'd move closer to him, looking down to his lowered head...having lifted her own quite a bit. Softly, she would place a light lick to his forehead..more of an apology than anything...

Though, afterwards, she took a step back, giving him space.

"I came to say good bye, not to get an explination. I know what happened, Selia. You chose him... you chose the male that you felt did more for you than the other. I have accepted it." Though he wouldn't admit how hard it was to come to realize that fact, "I will not follow your pack. My sister does not see it as something that she wants to put up with. She's not fond of all that's happened and if I go she will stay. I cannot leave her on her own." He took a slight glance back over his shoulder- half expectnig her to be there. Seeing as she wasn't he turned back, lifting his eyes for the first time, "I may not survive the winter in this state, I thought it only fitting to send a final farewel before you and your.... mate.... leave these lands."

She cringed, and dropped her gaze. No...no, she didn't understand. She closed her eyes, and felt pain rush over her. Why did he have to be so blunt? She parted her lips lightly, maw open only to speak once again. "Know this, Feanaro," she began, and looked straight towards his face, serious and unafraid now. "You're welcome to our pack if you get into any trouble at all. I will not be held responsible for passing you down from the pack, and end up hurting you and your sister."

She wrinkled her nose slightly, seeing now that she wouldn't be able to get through to him fully..."Just remember this, for me."

"I will but I will not come. I warn you now- if I survive this winter and am stronger than I am now I will kill your mate if I see him. Not for the pack for I know very well that no one of your pack will follow me if I did- but for the revenge for what he has done." A bit of that cold hatred flowed into hiv voice at that statement, his golden eyes narrowed and his hackles raised. He could see into the den- see the body of the crimson male sleeping quite contented with himself with his makings of a pack. It made him sick- he wanted to take his life right then and there but he was not a fool and he would honor his word of safe conduct while coming to say his farewells.

His voice returned to how it was before, his gaze went back up to meet with Selia only this time he rose his head- above hers. He didn't respect her ranking at all- in his opinion that was the only reason she had gone with the red demon in the first place and neither of them had earned their ranking therefore neither of them had earned his respect, "I will not hurt you, however... I am a wolf of his word."

"I warn you now...that, if you do try to touch him, you'll have to kill me first." She said this firmly, staring up at him fully...straight in the eye, less respect than she had ever given anyone before. "I will not allow you to kill my mate," she added soon afterwards, tail up and slightly spiked...hackles raised. "We all will be stronger, Feanaro. All of us. And the pack will have grown," she began to give a hint of a growl in her voice...protective.

"I have my family to raise...you wont take their father, their alpha, away. No matter what." She backed up, standing over the small entrance of the make-shift den, eyes narrowed, head and tail held high.

"It's the way of our kin, Selia.... the male lives to lead but also to be challanged. Should another male more fit than he come in and defeat him in battle there is no choise for him but to go off and become alone." He shook his head, slowly turning himself around, "I hadn't wanted this farewell to go like this, Selia. I had hoped that you had thought better of me... my puphood seems like such a waste now that I look back. I only live on now because I have one who needs me. One who seems grateful that I saved her life." His words were meant to cut her- hers had cut him.

And they had cut her. Quite deep. Her hackled spiked more, and her teeth gritted together to try and keep herself from lunging at him right then and there. "Farewell, Feanaro." The irony of that comment was also meant to cut him back, permanently banished from her heart...even if she tried to tell herself that he didn't mean it...he didn't really want her away from him, he didn't really think she hated him and wanted him away...that she had used him. All of these were lies to herself. She tossed her head, and canted it at his retreating form. They were both broken. They were both dead to one another, till the next time they met.

He turned, watching her go. His eyes full of moisture as she just left him. He hadn't wanted such a sour farewell... he wanted to go to her, to lick her and nuzzle her, to feel safe and accepted just once last time before he was exiled to this land that held nothing but hardship for him and his sister. Just one last time he craved for her friendly touch. That wasn't going to happen. She had used him and cast him aside when there was no further use. He didn't move- his head turned over his torn shoulder with his back facing her. His ears were lowered as his tail and head were. Please... turn around.... one last time....

She stared down into the den...not wanting to go into there, but wanting to take her hidden emotions out on an unsuspecting deer or other creature...not Feanaro, not Devvyl, not her family. She slowly lowered to a sit next to the den, obliging to his silent thoughts and casting a glance over her shoulder to him. Her eyes were filled with vague emotion...her puphood had lay dorment in her system for so long, that she...just didn't act like she had been so long ago. Her form slightly trembled...whether it be from sadness or anger, she couldn't tell.

She had tried. She had tried to make him happy, to keep him and his sister safe. But, he just couldn't accept this. Now she would have to teach herself to let it go.

"Selia...." he whispered with a broken voice, his expression so twisted between grief and pain that he almost looked demented, his limbs shook beneith him as he tried his best to find strength to stand, "Please...." his words turned into soft whimpers, whines.... cries that were almost depictions of the broken wolf he had become, "One.... last..... time...." He turned away, forcing himself to try to walk. It was too hard, he just couldn't find the strength to move.

She cringed...trying to keep herself by the den...she could hear his whimpers and cries, knowing he was hurting too much to get up and move back to the river where his Sister would be waiting. She shuddered...that bittersweet farewell they had just given one another slipped her mind for the time being. She wouldn't just leave him there, she wasn't like that to her friend...

Standing slowly, she'd turn to make her way over to him...at his side in mere moments, she lightly touched her side to his own. "Use me to rest on, I'll help you back to your sister. Just tell me which way." She mumbled softly to him, staring in the direction of the river...

He just laid his head on hers, his breaths were choked like he was trying to hold back tears. He didn't move- didn't walk forward nor did he plan to. He'd walk home alone but he had at least got to feel her beside him one last time. His body was trembeling but he managed to lick her a few times, trying to show her that he still loved her. He still cared. With one last nuzzle he summoned all strength inside of him to run- just to run blindly from her. His head ducked into the thick mane of fur around his neck as he ground his teeth together, darting through the brush of the forest once again. He couldn't contain himself any longer, again he howled- one that illistrated how broken he was, how hurt, and how loanly he was.

She allowed this..though, she hadn't expected him to dart away so quickly. She trotted forward a few steps--before losing sight of him in the brush of the forest. She knew he still cared, she still cared for him. And it broke her heart even more to see him running away...instead of joining them in this pack, to keep him safe and not have to worry about him leaping out at Devvyl with every turn of their back. She would have answered the howl--but she didn't. She couldn't. Making her way back to the den, she'd merely lay down beside it...closing her eyes...and resting there, for now. The warmth of his body against her own fading.