Honeyed Pasture for thou shalt not be cured

the words spoken did not make much sense to the behemoth. the light had never truly had a place in his life, but he had never really known what it meant to believe in such things. nothing holy had ever touched him the way it should have. he had seen the coming of the night and knew only what the darkness promised him. try as he might, he could not wrap his mind around the prospect of gilead's devotion. the beliefs of others would always be foreign to him. he had not grown with them the same way he had grown with the deep understanding of his own other-worldly experiences. 

the behemoth drew his brows upward just slightly to regard the other male with a careful expression. the molten fire tone of his gaze lingered for a moment too long on the features of the wolf called gilead before blackjaw forced himself to pull his sights from the greying muzzle. "and the light brought you here?" he inquired with a hint of disbelief in his tone. the savage creature did not bother to conceal it; he had nothing to hide from gilead.