Neverwinter Forest he wanted love, i taste of blood

The answer is immediate; rushing out with a flood of emotion, overwhelming by the sheer sound and the gush akin to a sudden current. Kratos stills, pale gold eyes shifting to glance at the shaken coywolf until he releases a breath of his own.
You’re the one who left, he comments, casual and perhaps cold in the delivery. Wouldn’t you protect what’s important to you?