Horen looked at her and for a moment forgot to shield the turmoil in his eye. His fear, confusion, loss, love, and the intense pain in his heart from being so far from Brevine swirled in their blue depths. He didnt say a word as a tear slipped down his cheek before he put on the mask that all slaves had. The indifference and emotionless gaze. He turned and walked, but he held her hand as if he was afraid to ever let go. She walked with him only because he held her and so tight and wouldve dragged her otherwise.<br/><br/>Once outside Horen reluctantly let her go and then changed into his wolf form. He sat and howled at the sky. His pain filled the howl, turning it into a heart wrenching emotional cry, a cry of a broken heart. When he was done he hung his head as tears flowed openly down his muzzle. His heart was filled with loss and pain, and the bottle hed held it in had broken. The pain enveloped him like a blanket, almost a palpable haze around him. He was lost in it and had no sense of what was around him. He lay down and closed his eyes in a vain effort to slow the tears hed held for so many years.