Bearclaw Valley violent disposition

He cradled Winslet against him, his heart hammering in his chest as if it could beat strong enough for the both of them. His hands were unsteady but sure as they cupped her delicate frame, keeping her pressed close. He rocked her gently, his voice a rasping, frenzied whisper against her temple.
Breathe, baby...you’ll be okay, I got you, he murmured, planting hurried, desperate kisses along her bloodstained cheek. His grip was firm, anchoring her to him as though his touch alone could hold her steady against the tidal wave of her pain and fear.
Ameline's arrival snapped him from his spiraling thoughts. His gaze, wild and sharp, darted to her. Hurry, he rasped, his voice raw with urgency, thick with emotion. Please! Hurry...
As Ameline bolted, he returned his focus entirely to Winslet. She was trembling in his arms, her breaths coming in frantic gasps. Cole pressed his forehead to hers, grounding her as much as himself. Don’t look at that, he said firmly. Look at me. Winnie, right here. I ain’t leavin’, you hear me? You’re not alone, darlin’. Never alone.
When she begged him to stay, clutching him like he was the last thing tethering her to this world, his jaw clenched. I’m here, baby. Not leavin’ you, not now, not ever, he promised, his tone steel beneath the tenderness.
Her trembling frame was so small against his, and it only made him hold her tighter, like his strength alone could shield her from what had already happened. But the blood—there was so much blood. It clung to her fur, smeared across her legs, her chest, her sides. Some of it was his, but too much was hers.
Her small whimpers broke something inside him, but he refused to falter. He had to be strong. For her, for her! We're goin' home soon. Y'hear me?
Listen t'me.
More kisses against her cheeks; against her temples. Talk t'me. Winnie, darlin', talk t'me. Tell me 'bout those birds y'like.
He insisted. And whilst she thought, he tilted his head back in a deep, resonant howl. A howl meant for none other than @Rala.
Don't fuckin' fail me now, cub.