[The wolf was elsewhere, hunting in the woods and on his own as he often was. Jon had left Ghost to do what he wished, for a moment uncomfortable and uneasy next to his wolf. The bond remained the same, but that link was stronger than before and it made his body feel almost...smaller to his spirit. Ghost would find him in time.
He feels a tinge of guilt for his anger, that he's been directing it so long at her. It was hard to put aside, roiling through him until he could almost feel hackles raising. If he looked in the glass, would he see wolf's teeth bared? Would red eyes staring back at him.
His fist clenched and unclenched again, the pain reminding him that he was not suffering a wolf-dream. This was his body, his senses, no one else's.]
I don't know what I learned. Nothing makes sense to me anymore and I- [He can't speak of the anger, the ferocity of his emotions or the darkness that seems to lurk in him. There was at least a war here he could throw himself into, it would at least be an outlet for the wild instincts that seemed to be calling to him.] I am not the same man I was anymore.
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He feels a tinge of guilt for his anger, that he's been directing it so long at her. It was hard to put aside, roiling through him until he could almost feel hackles raising. If he looked in the glass, would he see wolf's teeth bared? Would red eyes staring back at him.
His fist clenched and unclenched again, the pain reminding him that he was not suffering a wolf-dream. This was his body, his senses, no one else's.]
I don't know what I learned. Nothing makes sense to me anymore and I- [He can't speak of the anger, the ferocity of his emotions or the darkness that seems to lurk in him. There was at least a war here he could throw himself into, it would at least be an outlet for the wild instincts that seemed to be calling to him.] I am not the same man I was anymore.