Ouroboros Spine I am that is

The golden wolf allowed himself to be moved into a sitting position and Kyron, deciding that he didn't seem suicidal, sat down next to him. He spoke, introducing himself, but heard no response from his companion. Looking over, ne noted that the great head was bowed and the former blabbering fool was silent, replaced by a somewhat brooding wolf. Immediately, he wondered if he did something wrong and felt a pang in his heart; had he unknowingly insulted the other male? Had he done something to anger or sadden the wolf? If he did, Kyron hadn't meant to do so. His words, however harsh they seemed, were only used to rouse the wolf from his dreams and into the real world; he hadn't meant to insult the other guy.

If anything, it was supposed to provoke the other into talking back and subsequently coming back from the dead. Kyron didn't know any other way; tough love had always been what he was treated to, how he treated others. At times, it might be a bit extreme, but he never meant bad. It was his own form of endearment; and now he was worried he might have taken it too far this time.

The prince noted the other shaking his head and emphatically felt his pain as if it was Kyron's own. "Hey," he murmured softly, nudging the other wolf gently on the cheek with his nose. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, you know," he gestured helplessly. "Look. I did what I had to do to bring you back. So don't die on me now, okay? You're brave to not have given up; many do. So don't wallow in your self-pity or whatever. Ain't doing nobody no good."