He felt her fear of him run through as he continued to lay upon her. Hne was gently even though he had growled at her, he just couldn’t comprehend what was going through his what should have been cold heart. Except when his tongue lapped at her wound to make sure it was clean, he just wanted to move and curl up next to her like the pup he used to be. The pup that got his entire family killed. When he snarled again it was at his thoughts not at her, but he felt her still and that pulled at his heartstrings.

So lion really can fall in love with a lamb. His father's voice echoed in his head as he laid there licking her forehead. His mother was always soft and gentle when it came to others and his father was a brute that liked to protect everything. He even left his pack to be with the wolf he loved. So he called her his little lamb and he was her strong lion. Why did this thought reach his head as he laid here taking care of this female?

When she spoke in her soprano voice sang to him he almost missed the words she’d been speaking because he was thinking and it’s sweet tone was lulling him, did it inconvenience him? Slightly, but for some reason it didn’t really bother him like he knew it should. He gently started to move off her and laid down next to her. ”Don’t worry, helping you is something that a gentleman should do in order to keep his pride. And you are welcome for the care. Now why don’t I help you get home, clearly you’ll not be able to make it on your own.” He said as he started to stand and looked at her, his cold eyes going gentle as he looked at her small curled up body.