Dawnlark Plains hymn to blood

he was — hurt. angry. and both of those things broke past the blackness wanting to coalesce in his chest once more. "i d-didn't ask y-you to come, shardik! n-neither of y-you! s-so —" and he wanted not to hurt, "d-don't c-come. w-whatever happens, i d-don't want you h-hurt."
and he turned! and stormed off! the hunt forgotten as he tried to deal with the fact that someone indeed cared for him, and he wasn't sure what to do with the sensation.