reactions speak louder than words

Curiosity.

That was the only thing that could explain him putting up with a female that was not only blind, but also was wielding an injured paw. There was no other reason that Imonde would tolerate the presence of weakness to linger in front of him, no, not linger, insult him like this. The fact that this female who was blind and a gimp of sorts managed to survive this long?he reckoned that perhaps she was actually suffering?he should help her out.

The thought alone was what made the man?s haunches rise from the ground once again as he continued to close the gap between them. Soon as she sat down the male rumbled, petitioning her to rise again. ?Sta-nd, we shall help you to your ho-me.? He asks as he circles about the lady before coming to her side, his head tilting as he indicts the mass of his flesh.

?You may le-an against us for a whi-le, until you get to your boar-ders,? He rattles, the man wasn?t helping out the kindness of his heart. No, he was helping because he figured that if a pack allowed one that was disabled like her within their ranks there must be more. Why kill one when you could kill them all?