who's turn is it to save who now?

Her nip at his cheek was so unexpected that he actually froze for a second, and heat flooded his body. His muzzle was pressed into a frown and his eyes dipped down again. Looking at her injured leg. He wasn't good with emotions. He didn't know how to handle them, and his own never felt right. He wasn't as strong as his mother, and he knew. Wasn't as cold, though he wished to be. There was a truth here he was dancing around. But it almost hurt to voice it.


He let go of her leg and leaned back, still keeping his eyes off her. It was easier that way. "You're stupid, spoilt, and annoying. But I don't want you getting hurt, either." He said at last. Burying the truth in barbs.