Firefly Glen please don't leave me

He breathes in blood and dirt; frost and stone. The cold touch leaves Kratos’ head spinning. In the moment, he thought Ghost dead, until his voice and movement had shaken him awake. He took each blow, all to protect what is precious to him—he hadn’t known the depth until he nearly lost it.
Pale gold eyes close.
Heart thumping loud in his ears, he eventually calms his breathing, enough to exhale through his nose and close his jaws. Still, it is heavy and his back trembles with each expansion of his lungs.
“Are you going to leave?”
His eyes open.
‘Do you want me to,’ lingers on the tip of his tongue. In the first place, he hadn’t truly left. It is why he is here. The one who’s back had been turned was Ghost’s.
No, is what he settles on—not unless Ghost sends him on his way with his tail tucked. He brushes his cheek across the silver coywolf’s—the injury stinging, and it leaves a streak of blood.