just let go

How long had they been walking? Five minutes? An hour? The pain was clearly getting to him. Killian realized this. He wondered what he could've done to worsen his injury so much. He had grown so accustomed to the constant throbbing in it that it shocked him that he was being affected so much by it now. Perhaps something was broken? He glanced down at the paw he held elevated in front of him. No, not broken. Sprained maybe, which, on top of the severe nerve damage he assumed he already suffered, wasn't exactly great.



The girl seemed surprised that he had asked for her name, but she answered nonetheless. Alessa, he repeated quietly, a grin forming on his maw. He glanced at her, his red eyes shining. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. A wink accompanied his sultry tones. Honestly, he used that line a lot, but it was never a lie. He would flirt until the end of his days, but he would never ever lie to a female. Especially not one who was helping him.



Focusing his gaze ahead again and turning his attention to keeping on his feet, he completed his response. My name is Killian. Turning his head to look at the girl had been draining. He was glad they had finally reached the water. Though they were still a few feet away, Killian lifted his weight from the female and limped to the shore fueled by adrenaline. He dropped onto his belly and let his weaker limb fall loosely over the snow into the icy water. A sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, feeling content.