just let go

Taking him by surprise, Alessa rose and approached him. His eyes widened very slightly as he watched her come nearer and settled merely a foot away, mirroring his position. Killian hadn't expected anything like this, but her presence so close to him was somewhat soothing. He slowly drew his numb paw out of the frigid stream and pulled it close to his chest, satisfied that it had been submerged long enough to nullify the pain and decrease the swelling completely.



At her response to his thanks a small chuckle escaped him. I may not have to thank you, he replied coolly, But I want to. It's the right thing to do. You are more than welcome to reject my thanks if you so desire, though. A grin spread on his maw and he shot her a playful wink.



He set a serious gaze on her as she informed him that she had no home and did not know where she had come from. He struggled to hide the feeling of sympathy from showing in his expression. Killian sighed, glancing off into the distance. Would it have been better for him if he hadn't had a real home as well? Or was it better to have loved and lost? Garnet orbs focused again on the she-wolf. I'm sorry to hear that, Alessa. Sometimes though, maybe its better not to have a home... It really was probably. No one to stab you in the back, no one to hurt you, no one to ignite such a fierce desire for revenge in your spirit.



Killian's pack had ruined him. No other wolf deserved that pain.