Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

Again the man's words cut like sawgrass. It was Ironic- he was a 4 year old, fully mature wolf, and yet somehow, was as blind as a yearling. 
it had never occurred to him to just be different. Was there anything different from who he was? Even as a pup he had carried this madness. Nix had sharpened it. Honed it. Gave it a purpose. 
Some of the more vile acts he would never see himself doing again- that was change, wasn't it? But at his heart he had always been a killer. A warrior. A hunter. The only time his mind seemed to quiet was at the spill of blood.
He blinked, forcing himself out of the circular thoughts and noted that the male was leaving. Or attempting to, anyway. 
"The least I can do is help you find a safe path out of here. I'm headed back to the Haunted Woods, wherever you are going is probably along the way."