Her whine in response to his word Lion caused his ears to push back slightly even as his lips swirled with a snarl. He found her whine uncomfortable, a thing he did not want to hear. It meant something may have been wrong with her, and that in itself made his fur stand even more on edge. She reaches out to lick the re-opened wound on his shoulder but his growls do not stop. The demons clawing in his mind screech and scream inside of him as she reaches over. They wish him to stop her, that she is threat to touch him and to rip her from his blood, but the bond of imprint only allowed the warning of rumbles from deep in his chest. The demons of his mind did not hold the power they otherwise would if it were not for her.

If it were not for her, his mind would fixate on blood. He would track the lion and rip it limb from limb. He would find anything weak and devour it alive. His mind would have raged against the pain and brought pain to the others in the world in response. It flowed in his blood to do so and was an infection on his mind...but the bond saved Moladion of another monster, as well as a slightly more tempered blood from Flare. He knew that she held the key to helping him battle the dark thoughts of his blood that invades his mind. He knew to go to her. It was not her job to fight the demons in his mind. No, it was his job, but with her near, he felt more power to quell it. It was not a thing that controlled him constantly, not like the shadow, but it was something that did rear its ugly head, and the tendrils were waiting to try and grasp more and more of Singe until he descended into oblivion.

But not today. His lips continued to curl when she thrust herself into his depths. The demons within screech and screamed, causing his own voice to rumble and crack in reaction to her movement. His body tenses up, but she had flung herself into him. Their dark necks combined and her felt her against him. He felt their fur together and the warmth of her body. His desire to rip at his own wound again fell. His teeth were still exposed but his red eyes touched with yellow and green remained wide as they looked down.
They saw her dark form outlined by the slight light of the night. He saw the white flecks of fur upon her like the night sky. He felt he was being wrapped by the milky way itself- a thing he hardly could contemplate and understand. The rumbling in his throat began to cease to a purr that then faded into the nothingness of the night. He felt the tension slowly melting away. He felt a calmness he had not really felt in ages, a feeling he was not used to. He almost did not know what to do with it as she remained leaning into him. He only leaned into her slightly. His dark nose reached to nudge the back of her neck. It dug into her fur and inhaled her scent- a scent that overtook him like a drug. He felt something now breaking through the pain, and it was her own pain.
His bond was telling him that despite his own physical pain, something was different with her. Something had happened but he knew not what, only that it was not right. He moved his nose along her neck, then licking two or three times. It was an offer, a comfort to her as he slowly sat once more upon his haunches. He would stay with her on this night- as he knew she needed it, just as much as he did.

"Be okay," he said, almost demanding, not about himself, but to her. He knew little other than to be completely blunt. "Hurt pain- not blood, in you," he states, his voice deep like the depths of the ocean but void of the demon's growl of before.
"Why?"