It is somewhat torture waiting for her. She will come, right? She has to. He needs to see her and it grates his mind. He is crazed by it. Yet he somehow manages to keep the sanity to stay in one damn place even though he hates it. The white, black, and golden male snorts as he waits until he sees the bi-colored fem in his vision finally.
When he sees her with his blue eyes flecked with black, he feels such a mixture of feelings. He feels relief that he finally sees her. It was a nice feeling that was totally ruined as she got closer and the scent of wounds hit his nares. He immediately stood up and almost aggressively rushed to her as she greeted him, and his eyes looked over all the various wounds.
”What the HELL,” he snarls, his eyes wide as he feels a fury begin to overcome him like fire in a dry forest. ”Who fucking did this to you?” he demands. ”I don’t know WHY I am here, I just am, and tell me who did this, I’ll go fucking kill them,” he growled as his eyes continued to look over each and every scab and missing hair. His own fur stood on edge and he could barely put his teeth away he was so...angered by this.
But why? He shouldn’t be so angered about some girl getting herself into trouble. Who cares? And yes, he HAS to care. It makes him so angry and he doesn’t know why other than it is the power of the bond. Did he understand WHY the bond did this to him? No, and he was in position to stop the anger that came from this.
”Seriously what the FUCK,” he says furiously as he begins to pace around her. He had to do something. Energy radiates around his masculine form, and that fire never left his face as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on.