Shadow Mountain here's what I meant to say was how I'd prefer you, cruel, cold and grey

Daighre's final words leave him unsettled, paranoid for some reason. He knows how the male had intended them, but it makes him worry about leaving him to sleep alone like this, out in the open. He isn't sure why he cares. He just does.
So he lingers, putting enough distance between them that Daighre won't be able to hear him pacing. But he keeps the blonde in sight, restless, waiting for him to stir so he can truly take his leave. It's a weird time to grow a conscience — or maybe it isn't that at all. Maybe, selfishly, he just doesn't want another wolf's blood on his paws, however scant and indirect.