It's not you, it's me

He was barely out of the den before he realized that there was something wrong as the little smile faded from her features and Avacyn averted her gaze from his. Complete opposites, her dark pelt and midnight eyes versus his glassy blue gaze and stark white fur. His caramel tipped ears fell back against his skull as he tilted his head slightly as she began. Muttering their need to talk. He couldn’t agree more, especially after she had been actively avoiding him.

Ava took a long moment to gather up her thoughts, the reluctance was real and she kept him in suspense. When she did speak his mouth fell open. Albion shouldn’t have been so surprised really, not when she had been so off with him since the raid. He was quiet as she went through the reasons for her words, there were lots of buts and contradictions but he didn’t interrupt her.

He let silence fall over them again as her voice trailed off, closing his mouth as he formulated his answer. Albion had given her his life, and now she was tossing him aside because she cared too much. The royal Klein barely kept from rolling his eyes. "Do not presume to know what I need Avacyn, not after all of that.” She was more like Saracyn than he had realized, so quick to throw away her family’s traditions and laws for her own personal selfishness.

Albion sighed heavily as he leaned back onto his haunches, reluctant to chastise or criticize the girl that he had developed feelings for. Even though he could have easily given her an earful. The root of this was of course Saracyn and his insecurity, well at least he had the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten deep under the red marked brute’s skin. "So, what now?”

"Albion Baskara Klien"