It is the Dread Wolf that finds Cullen, and he's glad that he manages it before most of the demons do, or at least the ones that had been following him around. He'd had the good sense to clear them away before going searching for any of his old allies.
He knew to look for either Kirkwall or Kinloch Hold, that's probably what helped the most. The grey-brown stone streets of an old city crack and splinter around him, chunks of stone lifting up to float into the air in an uncomfortable reminder of another place that had fallen apart around him, to a chorus of shrieks, accusing the Dread Wolf of killing them all.
Solas may be an enemy now, in some capacity, but he isn't going to let his old allies fall to dark dreams. He still cares about them, those who stood once with the Inquisition. It hurts to admit that much to himself, but he accepted that fact a long time ago. They are people, and they matter.
He can practically feel Regret laughing from wherever it was. Still tailing him. The last two times he'd killed it, it had simply reappeared. That was how he'd convinced himself it wasn't a real spirit. A reflection of one, perhaps, but not real.
A host of shades and red templars up ahead of him freeze mid-shriek or mid-claw, turning instantly to grey stone. The shadow of something huge, like a massive wolf, seems to be approaching, but when the figure steps out from in between the demon statues, it's just Solas, staff in hand, looking tired and determined, but unharmed.
❝ commander cullen. ❞ He calls just as he appears, ❝ are you injured? ❞
@absolutionem (phantasm amalgam, part 2)