Each segment of his response flared up before me, his very being seeming to unfold like the petals of a wanton flower towards the sun. Almost in slow motion I observe his reactions - a wrinkled nose, ears laced back against his skull, the snort that reverberates from his snout. This confession, that I belong to the sea and to the pack that claims its most virulent shores, seems to splay him wide open at my feet. Textbook displays of fear and threat confirm what he had told me before, that I was a source of fear for him. There is no time, however, to contemplate the meanings behind this substantiation. His body language left little question to what he would do next, and this time I was more readily prepared for it, my very being already learning to adapt to his tendencies. Rather than withdraw once more, I press forward as his chest meets with mine. It is an embrace redolent with violent intent, but I brace myself and push back. Despite the obviousness that I could never overpower him in the field of brute force, I will not be made to feel entirely powerless in this.

Like a snake he strikes, teeth clacking loudly together and the air from his attack blowing over my neck. Once more he could have ended my life, finishing whatever this was before it truly had a chance to begin. Instead he tears away from me, fully breaking the contact between our bodies and for reasons I cannot fathom I find myself craving his closeness once more. It is wrong, it is so very wrong but the power of the bond has pulled me into an emotional quagmire from which there may not be an escape. Always my mind beseeches me to turn away, to flee and leave him behind me. But he knows now, knows to what lands I will always return, though my telling him likely made no difference in that. The bond would have shown him the way eventually.

Pale violet eyes track him as he paces back and forth, warring against an invisible foe, and I draw my inner focus to breathing and calming my mind and heart. To sort through the uproarious emotions and temptations laid before me, those that muddle my sense of self as I have come to be a part of him just as he has become a part of me.

Finally he stops, turning that burning gaze upon me once more. For a moment we simply stare, simply breath, simply exist. But then he smiles, and the expression is something strange and foreign. Gul, he tells me. Gul the ghoul of Vesper. The way he words it brings at once a calm to my being - he does not wish to change that part of me - and yet a chill to my being, for how should a ghoul haunt their charge? That fear he had spoken of before, it begins to creep its way into me as well, linking us further still.

And then, with a bow of his head, he compels me to escort him to Glorall - for I do not mistake it for a request. Deep down I know that to bring him there would put my pack at risk, but what love do I have for Eden? The male who had torn up my father in his need to stake a claim on the territory, and yet, the leader I had given my loyalty to. There is an inner battle between the want to share the greatest part of me with Gul, and yet the need to preserve peace and safety for my pack.

At long last I acquiesce, moving past him and flicking my tail in his direction. "Come with me, Gul," I say, eyes lifting to look to the south. I will take him to the coast, to see the way the waves crash against the shore. I will take him to the very place where I had gained Eden's acceptance and told him that I would not be an idle mind within his pack.

OOC: We can continue this here and just say they're on the outskirts of Glorall along the coast, or else move it to Glorall's board, doesn't matter to me! <3