shame.

Shame.

SHAME.

It plagued him like a great beast in the night. Only coming out when the others have gone to bed and the night has grown thick. When the madness takes hold and causes nothing but grief and pain. It happened each and everytime he had taken one so younger them himself. His wanted age did not change, but he DID. He was growing older and older. And the older he became the sicker it was. The sicker HE was. He could not look at Gerda. The shame would be in his eyes and he did not want her to see it. But, he deserved it. Perhaps he SHOULD let Ziva come back and just destroy him altogether.

But he wouldn't. He couldn't.

What's done was done. But, perhaps he would change things. He could do it. It was not to late to start anew. And he knew he had to make things right since he was aging, and like all things that aged. Soon...an end would be reached. So yes, he would not leave. Not entirely anyway. He had taken Gerda, and he needed to stick by, whether she wanted him to or not. By the pack laws, Lilith's laws he could make her his mate. Yes, this is what had to happen. But, he heard the familiar sound of leaves rustling against fur in the wind.

Ziva was returning.

Slowly, Tabansi turned and began to slink off. He took one last look at Gerda and was gone. But he would be back.

His paws could be clean yet.