who's turn is it to save who now?

Delphi felt emotions so easily, he could see as she glanced back at him. The glint of tears in her eyes. A part of him wanted to last out at the sight of them. To tell her to toughen up, and stop being such a baby. He shoved the desire down, and met her eyes. He'd shown a lot of weakness to her in turn. It made it harder to punish her own shortcomings. "I've never met anyone I've wanted to care about before." He admitted, a hint of gruffness returning to his voice. He hoped Delphi never shared the things he told her. This pack was vastly different from his home. He was worried about how they would view him if they knew the whole of it.


"Anyone can be killed for being weak. Maybe not by the wolves of this pack, but by predators or its enemies." He pointed out. Surely she knew the danger of that, her tail was a constant reminder.  "But I want to stay. I want… whatever this is." He said, and tapped his chin to her shoulder. Then, in a bout of insanity, he leaned over and pressed his muzzle to her cheek for a count of 2 seconds, before returning his head to her shoulder.