She does her best to reassure him that the War would of happened with or without him. Her words are dark and ominous as she continues to speak of Warsaw, and it reminds him of the men he had known so many years before. They were broken, they craved blood and lusted after what others had, even going as far as killing to insure they were rewarded. He closes his eyes as his heart lurches as the realization settles on him. He has found himself right back in the same place that he has desperately tried to leave behind.

No matter how far he runs, war always seems to find him. Could he ever truly leave behind raiding? He swallows hard as he tries to push the darkness deep, even though it wrestles to be free from its captivity. He desperately looks upon her. Does she know that she pulls him from the darkness? A saving grace? "He is just like those I have known," he whispers. "I fell right into the trap he laid for me," it is no one's fault but his own.

He leans into her caress, savoring every second that they are wrapped in an embrace, knowing full well at any moment this all could be ripped away. I love you, Her words wash over him, and his heart soars and thunders wildly against his ribs. He can feel the quick staccato of his heart, and the vibration of her gilded skin as she presses into him. Her touch electrifies him, and leaves him breathless. And just like that, she leaves his side. The space between them has a chill despite the warm rays of sun that filter down trough the canopy overhead.

A sudden weariness comes over him, as her words leave her lips. But I can not stay. As if the his whole world is at stand still, and all he can feel is the fracturing of his beating heart. He can see the truth weighing down as her as she weakly begins to weave her tale. The longer he listens the more he feels the anger begin to boil beneath his smoky hide. Warsaw had tore her apart, he had broke her and left her in a million pieces. His glacial eyes narrow and grow frigidly cold. He turns his intense gaze away from her and his lips are drawn into a taught line, as he listens to her.

He had stood by while such atrocities had been done by his brothers, they had raped and killed without any remorse. And he had stood by and let it all happen. Now, the woman he loves had been through the same atrocity, but this time he would not allow it happen again. "It was not your fault, my Tígrisdýr, some men are just broken," his icy gaze softens as he looks upon her. He dares to step closer to her, his muzzle finding the chiseled arch of his cheekbone. "Thank you," he whispers into the narrow space between them.

He will turn on you. Her words are ominous, and he would be foolish to ignore the hint of promise in them. She has known Warsaw, even in a way that she had never wanted. "I can promise you, that he will pay for what he has done and I will be visiting the Inlet," he says in a serious tone and a fierce raise of his head. He pushes aside the nagging feeling of betrayal, and knows that this is the path the Norns had meant for him.

"You are safe here within the jungle, I can promise you that," he says with in a worried tone, as his glacial eyes slip to her swelling belly. "Please, stay here until after your foal is born, and then if you still wish to leave I will personally escort you anywhere on the Isles," his glacial eyes search hers. Would she trust him enough to protect her from Warsaw?