"I am not--" he started to answer Logan, but decided it best to simply close his mouth and let Logan call the shots. He was not afraid of Logan cutting him, he knew the man, or at least knew his feral side. He was in control, it would take more than a little of his blood to set the feral free. Still, he had no reason to ask for a cut, so he nodded. He did as instructed, kneeling and keeping his movements slow and smooth, quite unlike the clumsy pup who had vanished not so long ago. He handed it over, his shoulders visibly relaxing at the next words. Inside. The Haven had his back. It was a big relief.
"Thank you." He meant the words, one big hand pushing damp, tangled blonde hair from his eyes. It was a mess, being as long as it was and having been trapped under that hood for so long. He watched as others spread out, covering the perimeter and his fear lessened a bit more still. It was a relief, he did not want to return to the clutches of the Perfect Soldier Project. He wanted to be his own man, even if that meant returning to being the crazed feral he had once been.
He nodded and took a few steps closer to Logan. The reputation did serve Logan well today. Kyle had always seen the darker feral as a leader, someone in control, to be trusted. An alpha. While Kyle now had the tools to be an alpha, he had not before, and was happy to fall into the role of follower. "I'm not looking for any trouble," he assured quietly, keeping beside Logan, just in his sight and just far enough to not be perceived as any kind of a threat. Seemed he had grown a lot of smarts suddenly. He even walked like a man, minimal stoup to his posture. Wonders never ceased.