Stone Circle Forgiveness: can you imagine?

It would be a lie to say that he didn't expect it. A bigger lie to say he'd expected anything. He simply- acted, and walked, to the scent which he drew closer to him, and all of the fresh ones with it. A mindless, one-tracked mind that said forward.

There'd been no question of if he were to be mauled, or if he were to be passed by as a ghost. He felt ghostly. There was something so out of body for this, of him, for him, to bring a stranger he knew not of, a stranger who he could feel dread his every breath, something of value.

If it had value.

What made something have value?

It was also something he realized too-- that there was nothing of value that could be handed to a being with no will to have it. Close to her, a staring boy with unclear intentions. To Bonnie, however, he saw malice ready to spiral.

So, he stopped in his place, slow and steady, and dropped the rabbit down at his own paws. Glancing to Tauris, he flicked a single ear, and then went to turn. There was no point in conversation. It would not go well. He saw it.