Whitefish River Ask Me Why

Something happened since the last time they met, and though he still had that feeling lingering in his very soul over her appearance - he tried his best to keep that rage in check and remember that this was not Rhaella. This would never be the same woman and it was unjust to treat her the same as that woman. 

But she reminded him of her so much.

With a grunt he slowly approached, seathing himself a full wolf's length away from her and lowered himself softly into a sit. He should leave her to mourn whatever it was, it was no business of his to pry or even pretend to care; but he owed her his much. Retribution for the attack he had sprung up on her on their first meeting without reason. 

With a flicker of his eye in her direction, Want to fight about it? He teased, a poor joke that maybe only he out of the two of them would find any humour in. Both a call back to him attaking her out of frustration uppon their first encounter - as well as his own personal experiences of fighting makes everything better.