No point in dwelling on his blackout past. No point in fretting over it. He is either going to do it again or not, and if he keeps doing it, I will surely kick his demon ass back to hell. Is it scary when he does such a thing? Sure, I guess.
Most wolves don't enjoy fangs flying at their face. Not saying I ENJOY it, but I sorta...enjoy it. However, he was obviously in distress about losing his imprint. I know he feels bad and that is enough for me.

He mentions that he is not sure what happens and that he will try not to do it again. I won't pretend to completely understand what it is that happens to him. I do know how it feels to have rage and how it can be hard to think...but it seems to be somewhat different.
I sigh slightly. There is nothing I can do about it though, so I simply nod as we continue on.

He says no that there is nothing else and I continue on as usual, but then a few moments later he says something completely else from nothing. I continue on as he says it.
Mates, eh? I didn't know he was such an official guy. My blue eyes slyly dash over to him. We reach the clearing and I stop and stare at him with a lifted brow for a moment.

"Oh really?" I ask, seeing how casual he was about it. Perhaps I have somewhat allowed it to cross my mind, but my mind was often occupied until recently. It did not allow for considering such things as mates before.
I had too many other things to think about and do, and being mates was not on the forefront of my considerations.

"I suppose that would be acceptable," I say with a teasing smirk. I doubt he wants to get all close right now.

"See, that wasn't too hard, now as it?" I ask, breaking my eyes from him to start searching the clearing. I allow my grey legs to carry me forward, sniffing and inspecting the area. So far, no luck. It has been a while. It is probably going to be hard to find the crime scene. Finding evidence that will lead us to a killer will be...probably impossible,
but I guess we got nothing better to do.

"Nothin'"I say as I sniff a patch of grass, brushing it with my paw in irritation.

"How long do you think this will take?" I ask, turning my head once again to him, hoping that he was squirming by my reaction to this whole thing.