Running, this freeing act that seems to remove every doubt and tension within him. He does not think about his past, he does not think about his flaws, he is just free. It is easily seen to those that know of him, that know of his nerves. He is more carefree and at peace as his feet strike the frosted ground today, taking deep breaths as winters infiltrates his lungs. Ears flicker listening for the sounds of Sekhmet and the mountain one, to see if they too are following; perhaps running with him. As orange eyes shift to look beside him as if seeking the comfort of knowing they willingly follow the scarred beast that had once been. Hoping that even is this bliss state that his leg will not react to the use, for he did not need another weakness to present it self, his tongue had that well managed all ready. As his heart thrums within his chest and eyes close for a moment to feel the bite of the winter wind upon his scarred face. Feeling. Just as someone had showed him before, he was keeping this memory of winter, the one where hopefully would not end with an angry female but perhaps yet another friend or... two?

          As the scent in the air shifts he knows they are close as he begins to slow, orange eyes seeking the females as muscles ripple with the decline in momentum. As he move to enter the mouth of the Grotto, his nails clicking loudly against the stone before he comes to pause. Head turning back to look over his shoulder, as eyes closely watch the two. As brows puzzle slightly, hoping he had thought this out properly. "There are springs here.." He pauses, "Sheltered and not chilled by the cold, safe." It is the gentle tone in his words that give away his intent, the need to provide care and a better image of himself in their eyes. As if to prove to himself something as well. For the next words that come will require some trust and he isn't sure he has earned that from them yet. "Though getting there may not be so... safe.." After meeting Fjall within these same rock walls he had come back and explored the deep caverns and all that it help, for even as it held beauty far deep within it also held dangers - ones that would prove painful with a miss step.

          He is silent, waiting for one or both to voice themselves in the matter, curious as if they would allow him to lead them into something unknown. He is so still, breathing quietly as plumes of fog spill from his exhales. Orange eyes shifting between the two, a very faint and gentle smile on his lips as his tail though low seems to sway, not pushing or commanding. Waiting, giving a choice. He had never given an option before, well one that did not have the same result. His cruelty is evident on his face, those scars are from those that had no choice; forced. He is no longer that beast of fury, changing or at least attempting to change into something far better than that. It is a slow process one that has proven to be filled with wayward slips and trembling nerves. But he is slowly beginning to see what lies beneath it, the humor from before it heavy on his mind. But perhaps the real question is, when he finds himself will he and the world like what is there?

          Heavily does he blink from the dark thoughts as a tremor ripples it way down his spine at the change of direction. Eyes watching the pair, waiting to see if they will join him, for he knows no other place that can provide a barrier from the winter and he assumes that the female would not enjoy a frozen bath in more open waters. As his nerves begin to misfire at the added silence, as he taps his nails upon the rocky floor. Hoping that perhaps they could trust him or give him that chance.

Is this the end i feel?

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