Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

The amount of emotion in Alarian's voice made Midar turn his head back to look at him. The words had been shaky and worried, and his chest tightened in response. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, the tension leaving his shoulders with a quiet sigh. Yeah, I'd kind of like that too, he murmured. He would make the same decision again, though. That wolf had slighted him and his family, and so he deserved to pay with his blood. Really he deserved to pay with his life, but the beast would have to wait a while before he could seek out that debt. So, I'll do whatever you think is best without any complaints, he offered next, opening his eyes to look at his companion. Well, maybe not without any complaints, but definitely a much smaller amount.