just let go

It was relieving that she hadn't been taken aback by his behavior so far and was still willing to go so far to help him. After the incident, having so many close to him turn their backs on him without a second thought, Killian highly doubted anyone would she enough sympathy to do anything like this for him. It was strange how one bad experience could give a wolf such a negative world view, and make him approach all situations full of doubt and uneasiness.



If it weren't for his injury, he'd be far more uneasy about the present situation. Alas, desperate times called for desperate measures, which included letting go of his inhibitions and "going with the flow." He stepped lightly and carefully, leaning on the girl beside him for support but trying not to put too much of the burden on her. He was still a strong male who could take care of himself if he needed to, and he needed to make sure that was clear for his own conscience.



As they padded carefully over the snow together, Killian found himself frequently falling into a dreamlike state in the quiet. He couldn't tell if they had been walking for thirty seconds or an hour anymore. Uncertain of what this meant, he became bent on keeping himself fully aware. He spoke a clear inquiry to the female without attempting to turn his head for fear of asking his body to do too much. She would understand.



What is your name anyway, miss? I'm afraid in all of this worry about my burden we managed to skip introductions. He wondered idly if she would be an fun to flirt with, though in this situation he wasn't sure that he was capable of it anyway. A tiny, almost unnoticeable smile played on his lips as they continued their trek to the water.