Her vocals hardly reached his audettes as his teeth and daggers tore at his opponents flesh. Instead of his name upon her tongue, he instead heard his heart beating loudly in his head. And for the first time in a long time, he recognized its musical brilliance. For it was his heart that had been hurting within his chest, empty and forlorn for all of these months, for all of these years, for all of his life. Berated by impregnable times of silences and loneliness, beaten by repeated betrayals and heart break, sullied by times of inactivity. For it was not just failed love that ailed the brute - his heart hardly recognized such things anyway because within his chest beat the heart of a child, still innocent and pure. Never had he been taught otherwise, nor taught to understand his feelings and emotions. His mind, too, was that of a child, fumbling through life without the teachings of parents to guide him. But as said, it was not loneliness in the sexual sense of the word, no. Rather, it was the lack of purpose in his life. He had been trapped in his point in time for... Some unmeasurable amount of time. For a long while, there had existed nothing that set his body aflame, his heart racing... Until this. Until today.

And now, his heart was no longer just an organ unseen in his chest, but rather it was moving, pumping blood through his veins hard and fast enough for them to thrill. Waves of motion pushed up against his ear drum, drowning out the rest of the world. The increasing current of Crimson flowing through him carried with it adrenaline, and Aindreas felt - and more importantly recognized - that he was afraid. It was not that the brute had never feared anything before, but he had never recognized it as such or been able to put a name to it. The snowy Titan who had followed direction unquestioning for the entirety of his life now knew why others were so shocked by his bravery... It was not bravery, but a lack of fear. Charging into battle was of no consequence if one did not fight all the harder in order to protect their own life. And that was what he was doing now - fighting to survive, at least in part. The ebony devil who served as his opponent was seeking to rip out his jugular, to feast on his flesh, and to give in to him was not an acceptable outcome. But that wasn't because it would mean failure to some directive given to him, but rather because it would mean he failed to save the fae who he had saved once before. She had been at no fault when she had fallen victim to this demon, and Aindreas realized that he wanted to protect her.

A well of emotions to complex to sort through bubbled to the surface, finally glad to be released, but he managed to push them back into their prison, if only for the moment, until the imminent danger against his life was quelled, but another feeling - excitement - gave him the strength for a last attack, his teeth grasping onto the opponent's mandible and using it as a lever to crack his head down upon the stone behind him. Unconscious... And for the moment no longer a danger. Slowly, the Titan rose and moved to the fae's side, speaking quietly to her to assess her, and with the breaking of the silence, a trickle of feelings and thoughts and curiosity broke through his impenetrable was of ignorance, providing a new and unique view to the past few weeks, such as the undeniable need to rush to Stormy's side - worry - and the desire to protect her from the world at large - affection. For now, he was still unable to decipher the meaning of everything as a whole, but it was a first step - to be able to finally have empathy for those around him because finally he could understand the feelings that they put words to.

A second later, a feeling that was not internal, but physically pounded into him as all of his wounds began to ache as adrenaline left him, beginning to be metabolized from his system. Heavy limbs, weary and exhausted, began to tremble from the effort, but still he stood. Arctics watched as she shrunk away from him and began to shiver, this time the words she said reaching his consciousness even though she did not face him. 'I... I c-can't s-stand up...is he dead?' Aindreas shook his head without looking back at the brute behind him. "No... He is not." The one thing that Aindreas had never done was kill another wolf, and while before he would have done it without another thought, the idea of murdering another of his kind filled him a heaviness - guilt. Aindreas moved back to the brute and lowered his maw to the unconscious body. "When you awaken, you had better either leave these lands and never return, or have a change of heart and change your ways." To leave his mark, he took a bite out of the varg's aud, leaving the top of it torn off, fresh blood adding to the portrait upon his ivory canvas. He then slowly moved to Losa's side. "I am sure you do not want to see me or be touched, miss, but you need help. You are slight enough - if you truly cannot stand you can straddle my back and I will carry you to my father's pack. They have a healer there that can tend to you. Elsewise, I will serve as your crutch and can only apologize that my blood will stain your coat. Normally I would never allow for such an inconvenience, but right now it cannot be helped." He lowered himself to the ground, either to help her stand or so that she could crawl upon his back, and then slowly began to walk toward Aurora Borealis. Luckily, as far as distance went and ease of travel, Romance River was a direct shot to Aurora Borealis, leading into the territory, but it still took a few hours of travel as neither of the pair was in any shape to hurry.

Without a moment of hesitation, the ivoro crossed the border - any who would cross him would be hard pressed to deal with him. Though he was tired and exhausted, he once again had a job to do, a meaning to the life that he was carrying. His vocals crooned loud but low, calling out to Hellene but knowing that more within the boundary would respond to his call - it had been a while since he had visited. Briefly, he wondered if his sister would worry about his prolonged absence, but knew that Adara would continue to care for his pups in his absence. Without an idea of where he was going, he just continued to walk straight until another came upon him.