Losing, or failing?

Azrael patrols. It's what he does. Protect and serve. It's all he knows how to do. And he did not like Solvi. He found her off-putting, strange, frightening even. But she is gone, and the Visitor comes instead.

Truth be told, Azrael doesn't trust the Visitor. It bears no symbol of the God-Emperor. It speaks not the High Gothic, but some daemonic language. The runes must be a plot by the Visitor to lure the land into even more chaos. He will not fall.

But he lingers near the den, as if signs of chaos will show themselves. And the pack mourns. He does not know if he deserves to come closer. He does not miss Solvi, so to speak, but he also did not wish harm upon her. She was his charge. He would have died for her in a moment, asking nothing in return, as she is a citizen of the land he has called home, and a daughter of the Imperium in spirit, if not in flesh.

If he is unwanted between Aurelia and Solulfur, he does not know. But he paces close regardless. He does not need to speak to say that his patrols have brought no sign of the golden woman. Instead, he glances towards the den, then towards the two of them.

Between the three of them, no true emotion could be shown.