The silent night in the forest reflects on the bruised and battered man. He tries to focus on keeping his newest companion alive long enough to figure out what he’s even doing as he sits next to the tiny individual who’s nearly clung to him the moment they escaped the Red Keep.

“I’m not a violent dog.” His gruff Scottish voice grits across his teeth.

He takes a moment to process his confession. Silently sneering at his own weakness as he stares into the small fire. “I don’t know why I bite.”