1st Howl

[pridedfang]

After this thread.

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[cold. it's the last thing he remembers, the one thing that reminds him of.. of home. home. clean, freshly fallen snow, dull sunlight, the lingering scent of blood, of his own life bleeding out of him

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[stainedmuzzle]

[The blood is a bread crumb trail to his fallen... comrade? Associate? Annoyance.

Still, he stands before Allen, eyes cold and unreadable. Sloowly he lowers his head and gently nudges Allen's muzzle with the tip of his nose.]

[prided_fang]

[whatever they are, Kanda's a comfort all the same. not that Allen is aware of this. busy being dead, not breathing, not yet.

a few moments later, a shudder wracks his form, drawing in breath suddenly and harshly]

[stainedmuzzle]

[The shudder makes him reel back, ears falling flat against his skull. Kanda waits and watches Allen.]

[prided_fang]

[breathing, cold air, smelling something other than snow and blood--

his eyes open slowly, focusing on the dark blotch in front of him]

...Kanda?