Paint the colours of the wind

His escape attempt was foiled by the tiny little wolf. She grabbed at his paw, and he let her. Knowing she wouldn't stand a chance of lifting it on her own. He frowned thoughtfully at her as she painted his paw blue and pulled it to the page where her own paw sat, patient and still in the middle. He pressed his paw over it, filling the page with color. He looked at the paper for a time, then turned his gaze to Ignita. She was looking at him, and he saw something in her eyes. 


Affection. Adoration, perhaps. Not an emotion he was accustomed to seeing pointed his way. Instead of filling him with heat, it hollowed him out. He stared at her, and felt his blood pressure drop. Felt the blooming pain in his heart when he realised he had already made up his mind. He'd made it up some time ago, but he had lived in denial. ‘Ignita, I… I have to go.” He whispered. He didn't know what expression was showing on his face, his body was cold and he couldn't feel it.