Neverwinter Forest he wanted love, i taste of blood

Both relief and confusion come with Zephyr’s answer. Not in pain, yet the mystifying expression that holds over his… partner leaves him with further questions. A grunt escapes him, to further beckon the silver coywolf to continue. If not pain, what?
His next words give way to a similar feeling; he isn’t certain how to take it, especially since none would typically be pleased with Kratos’ presence; a looming shadow that leaves most unsettled than happy.
Hmm, he hums, Yeah, me too. Though he is far from the type to wax poetry, he brushes his cheek atop Zephyr’s scruff to show affection where he can. Get some rest.