For his part in it all the man made no real movement at all; he simply stood in place, holding Kali in his hand as the fingers of his other hand gently brushed along her ears. Honestly he had expected some manner of reaction, after all very few had even seen that side of him and lived to tell about it. However when she began to try and apologize to him Deucalion just shook his head a tad before quietly speaking up. "You have nothing to apologize for, Elena. I...as I said before; my form is far darker, far more twisted and monstrous than most of my kind. That power you sense, rolling off me in waves, it was gained through the slaughter of my pack...gained in rage and grief, as a way to take revenge on so many."
A soft sigh escaped the man as his gaze drifted back down to Kali, and seeing how content the kitten was to just be held helped the wolf regain a bit more of his composure. "The man I was, the one so blinded by anger...it's not who I am any longer. Yet still the Demon Wolf is a part of me, and it always will be. So now I've set my sights on using that ill gotten strength to try and protect the people I hold dear...even if most flinch when they see my true face."