Ravensblood Forest who do you turn to when the night is darkest?

She finds him sooner than he finds her, having not even felt her presence before a forepaw was slung over his back and teeth sought his neck. And yet, the attack did not hold aggression strong enough to kill, and so he simply rolls himself over onto her much smaller frame -- sandwiching her between himself and the ground. "Why are you like this?" He bellows towards her, though he cannot see her face. Perhaps it is hypocritical to say, seeing as how not moments ago he decided he would kill her.

Would he have the strength to do it? Not the physical, but the emotional capacity to slaughter someone who was tied to him since youth? Surely it would settle a stinging misery within him, but in the absence of all the things she made him feel, who would occupy his thoughts?