Wapun Meadow want to fly to a place where it's just you and me - nobody else so we can be free

Had he not given her enough reason to leave the last time he had seen her? He had not missed the look she had given him. She had spurned him, as he would have spurned any male that pressed in unbidden the way he had. He had committed the utmost of crimes against his own principles, against his very character, and to be confronted with a reminder here, and now, in this place... there were few stitches left to pluck from the wounds in his soul before the white wolf would be unravelled; he was truly held together by but a fragile thread.

"Because you are not safe and you have no reason to care about me." He stated louder, with a harsh edge to his deep rumble that invited no argument, and a fierce but brief look in her direction. A keen eye might detect the way his forelimbs trembled or how forcefully he bit down on his own teeth. Skwol was anguished, inclined to either fall further into despair or rise in mad fury. He straddled the line between them, bitter to be in the position, when he could have been dead, and re-united with the wolf he yearned to run with.

"Leave."