He flinched when Boa mentioned leaving, he didn't want to. This was the first place he ever felt relatively safe. This was the only place he ever felt warm and protected, he didn't want that to go away.<br/><br/>He ate at a moderate pace. He was taking another bite when Boa suddenly asked, "Who followed you here?"<br/><br/>He reacted violently. He spat the food out as he fell off the chair, dropped the plate, ergo dropping food all over the floor, and backed up to a wall. All the while changing intermittenly between growling and whimpering, mostly whimpering. He curled up in a ball with his back against the wall, arms over his head, knees tucked into his chest.<br/><br/>His dream just turned into a nightmare. He knew of<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>. He was going to take him to<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>. Why Boa? Why? Why the only person in ages who has been kind to him? Why was he always betrayed?<br/><br/>He didn't dare look over at Boa, he kept his eyes shut tight and wolf ears flat on his head. Not wanting to hear the reasons Boa betrayed him, not wanting to hear Boa come near to scope him up and haul him out to<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>.<br/><br/>It was as he thought. He would never be happy, never have a mate. Never be anything more than prey, always running. He would never be able to be himself ever again. Ever.