Northstar Vale The little deaths are a little less, even if just for a moment

Warbone felt her flinch away from him as distinctly as if she had physically slapped him. He feared now that he had broken her trust in his frenzy, bearing down upon her a side of himself he never assumed he would have had to use against her. His muzzle withdrew, and the cyclops rolled his eye away from vivid blues in evasive shame. "No," he responded gently, a firm whisper on a bitter air between them. "I accept you. All parts of you."

He looked at her evenly -- there is nothing to apologize for -- and then he sighed. "I will defend your every action, honorable or not... But you cannot expect me to bow to you -- to respect you -- if you will not think of this pack before you do. And I especially cannot if you will turn your back on me each time we disagree."