scratched lenses of my knockoff ray-bans

He blinked, her words jolting him back to the present. Some of the things in his past he was reluctant to leave behind. But otherwise he was glad to shutter back into silence as his gaze focused on the little white wolf before him. So small, fragile. She would break so easily beneath his jaws. “Halo.” He said softly. She was a healer, and experience had granted him a lot of respect for healers in his life. They had answers to all sorts of issues he could never have solved himself. But he was still a giant. A large, dangerous predator. If he killed the tiny wee girl under his protection, there would be no going back for him.

He shook his head. “It’s a bad idea. I’ll do it only if there's something sturdy between us, something that would slow me down.”

"Sirius Fatalis"