Watching Leighton bristle at his intrusion was enough to generate internal glee. Caseareo wasn’t purposefully trying to intimidate her, at least not at that very moment, but with the little Ulfric that sentiment could change on a dime. A single jet brow rose as she stepped into him this time around and to say that Areo was amused by her statement wouldn’t even begin to hit the nail on the head. “I’m supposed to believe that you hunted me down because you’re concerned for my safety, Leighton?” She was playing games and skirting around what she really wanted to say. He didn’t like it.
The other wolf was still bleeding; her wounds refusing to clot and damned if the smell of blood wasn’t beginning to drive him crazy in an all too animalistic way. In one swift movement, Areo gathered the smaller wolf up in his arms and carried her away from the offal and into his loft. “I can’t let you bleed out here in the street; one of those other women of yours come down here and bitch my ears off.”