Disclaimer: Dragon Age isn't mine. It's BioWare's not mine. If only:(.

Authors Note: PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I HAVE LOW SELFESTEEM IN MY WRITING! PLEASE HELP ME! In this fic there is going to be no dialogue. I found this concept on a writers page as a challenge and decided to take it. These chapters will be short and the story may end I don't know. It is my break from Harry Potter for a bit. In this fic Fenris returned to Danarius between Act 2 and 3. On with the fic.

Fenris ended up crying himself to sleep, Danarius had held onto him the whole time. He got up and laid Fenris gently on top of the bed. After covering him with the blankets he quietly left the room. Danarius slowly made his way towards his study. It had been one of the first rooms they had cleaned up. As he looked around and was glad to see all the books he had ordered had arrived.

When Fenris ran away Danarius sworn he would stop practising blood magic. It had taken a lot of effort to stop and his demon didn't like it but because of blood magic Fenris had run away. He had been furious that the Fog Warriors wouldn't give him Fenris. When he gave the order to Fenris he hadn't been thinking clearly. As he watched Fenris kill all of them he slowly came to his senses.

He was horrified that Fenris really was killing them. As he plunged his fist into foe after foe's chest Danarius looked at Fenris' face. Tears were pouring down. No sound came from him as they fought. The pain in his eyes as he stood around all the bodies of the once great Fog Warriors was horrendous.

Danarius had called Fenris towards him but he wouldn't move. His head snapped up to look at Danarius. His eyes hadn't held pain but they held something wild. Just as Danarius stepped forward to reach for Fenris it was like a bomb went off.

Fenris had ran faster than ever. Danarius had learned shortly after Fenris' return why he had run. He had thought that if he ever disobeyed Danarius he would end up like the Fog Warriors. Fenris thought that if he didn't fallow Danarius' wishes he would be sold to a slaver of used for blood magic. That was what had scared him the most.

Danarius shut the book he had been failing to read. He put his head in his hands. When Fenris had returned Danarius thought that his hart would explode. He had never felt more happy in his entire life. Danarius sighed, he knew that his happiness was going to end soon. For his little wolf was in love and soon would need to leave Danarius to be happier. When that happens...

Danarius was going to die.