Polly looked at him with an expression filled with sadness yet strong, he needed someone to be strong...

Her soft voice floated through the empty cavern he called home and came to lay beside him. He slumped under her touch, the feeling of her head against his spine was warm yet cold and hard...

He knew it was him, she was trying, it was all him...

She mentioned Ezra and how he's been labeled an executioner and Jaxxon nodded before he dropped his head between his paws with a heavy huff from his nostrils.

A shudder ran through him as she laid against him and he held back the tears he wanted to release in her prescence. Polly... I'd like to label you Warchief... he mumbled, his eyes flicking to her position behind him as he leaned into her.

Maybe... Maybe I need to move on... He mumbled to his daughter, a random passing thought that might have held some weight... If he moved on he could focus on Kaida or Freya...

I... I don't know how to feel... Jaxx admitted to Polly, his tail coming to curl outwards and around her own in a comforting embrace.