(Brave's POV)
*Huff ... huff ...huff .... huff*
*heavy panting and heaving and groaning*
I have been running around like a wild boar without any destination to aim for. My mind, my soul, my entire being is in a whirlwind of chaos and abyss. I want to scream, cry, beg. I want to plead. The agony I'm feeling right now is beyond any words mentioned in the dictionary.
The hope that flickered inside me when Nora showed me that opal, the sheer excitement I felt seeing it within my reach, I was purely overjoyed though I kept my expression neutral. When the black gemstone touched my neck and rested on my chest line, I felt this sudden urge to call out for my beloved, the name which has long lost its owner but is still very fresh in my senses.
I know what I sensed at that time, the presence of my wolf, my buddy, my Raw. He was there, I know he was. It wasn't just some hoax thing.