His heart caught in his throat, painful and sharp, watching that red tether light between them.

He'd seen it severed. He'd wept for its frayed and broken ends, and yet--

His eyes turned sharply up at the offer, and a flash of something pained crossed his face. Almost too fast, he finally reached out - fingers gripping the Wolf's chin too tightly. He surged forward only to break at the last second, breathing hard.

A temptation, a longing - but he didn't deserve either and he couldn't take it.

His grip tightened, then released as he turned his head away.

"You don't even know me," He whispered. "And If you've been wearing the Wolf's pelt this whole time... then I don't know you, either."