It was impossible to miss the way her heart raced, hard to ignore that lingering scent of fear, yet as she drew closer he could hear her slowly calming. Deucalion's long life had been filled with moments of joy, but the moments of pain and grief had almost outweighed such precious memories. For a decade he had been lost in the darkness, the primal rage taking hold as he slaughtered and plotted to ensure he was never weak again. Yet when his sight was restored some lingering spark of the Alpha's humanity burned once again. It had taken time to find his way; time to find his way back to who he had been so long ago. That path cost him dearly in the end, claiming his life too, but it wasn't something he ever regretted. Winding up in Preya had been a surprise, to say the least, yet with ever passing day the burdens the old wolf once carry started to slowly fall away. Now though, as he stood there and looked on at her, Deucalion felt a twinge of the that guilt and shame rising up again. "I appreciate the kindness you've shown me, my dear...truly."