[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Killua doubted he was recovering as well as he thought he was after what had happened yesterday. The events that happened felt as if they had happened such a long time ago. Barely able to remember what had really happened until he sat himself down to actually think about what had happened to him and those that he brutally murdered. Killua had come to realize a couple of things since that had happened however. The young assassin finally realized how alone he actually was compared to the other animals that lived in a place like this. Everyone practically knew everyone, and some ven had their families here like Kayn did. Killua had nothing though. Amorette was still around, but it was almost impossible for him to talk to her consideration that she was a robot and everything. Killua had no one to turn to, because he had gone through the same action of not trusting anyone that he came across. The instincts he had while around others was to make sure that everyone had their space and try not to get too close to him. The only friend that he had really had, he ended up having to murder. What if his family found out that he had made another friend in the groups of Snowbound? Killua had already figured that Illumi was able to tell exactly what he was feeling, for some reason. So shouldn't they be able to pick up that he had made a friend? Or did they automatically assume that it would never happen and that there wouldn't be any reason to try and mess with him while he was in the clans for the time being. There was obviously something going on within the Zoldyck family because his brother had taken some of his control of him away yesterday. He knew because the feeling was familiar to what happened a while ago, practically the same instance to what had happened. That thought simply pissed him off, because it meant that they already expected to have him return back to that damned mountain that they lived on. How many risk was he willing to make though? What risk is he willing to take with his own life to make sure that his family never managed to catch him again and to keep as far away from him? Part of him felt like that he was willing to risk everything, but with his fear of dying and just becoming an emotionless husk to the Zoldyck family, he would rather die not as a Zoldyck, but rather as a clanner all things considered. There was no hiding from the past things that he had done. He knew this now. But instead of accepting what he was like his brother and the rest of his family wanted him to, he was going to live his life as if he wasn't a monster like one could consider him to be. He needed to train more, in order to get stronger so that he could protect himself, and maybe a clanner here and there if they got into a big thing of trouble. He was far from a saint though, and the rest of the group that he was with constantly gave him high regards for the way that he acted within the clan. Even if they got a completely wrong idea from what his motives actually were and what they could potentially mean to him. There were a couple of animals that had joined the group since he was promoted, and since he had killed them. But he hadn't really bothered to be around the border to approach them. The only one that interested him right now might be Gon or Kayn. He already liked London a little bit, but her kindness probably wouldn't last long in the groups of the clan where there was murderers around ever corner. However, Killua realized that he had a dislike for a certain someone. Guru. He didn't know her name of course, but he was able to see who she was. She was the only caracal that he had met after he had gone to visit the clans here and there. When he first met her, the female had attacked London, nearly killing the clouded leopard in the process. She had been the one to kick off his mental stability downfall once she screamed in pain and he ended up liking it. Horrible for someone as young as him to enjoy such an attack, but he did to a degree. What were his emotions though? They had been tampered with for such a long time he never really came to argue against them. And yet when he killed those two animals and didn't feel disgusted with himself like he knew he should, he realized that there was something wrong with him. Illumi's voice didn't seem to want to shut up after that, and it pissed him off. Why couldn't the other just leave him alone? What would it take? The albino serval had also known about the capture that had happened. Guru taking Jacob with her back to the Typhoon. He had been about to go after the male, just like the rest of the Snowbound had been ready to. And yet he didn't.

The canine almost practically has forgotten as voices pierced his thoughts and his mind. Going to the Typhoon would have been a bad idea. He would have killed Guru the next time that he noticed her. It would have been the end of that when she hadn't gotten the message not to mess with him while he was in the Snowbound. The thought of killing her now for mocking him wasn't as strong as he thought it was going to be. Probably out of fear of what he didn't want to turn himself into. He could torture the female till she couldn't properly function if he wanted to, instead of killing her. Still, there was too much for him to go on. The Typhoon had approached the border with their leader and he had been the first Snowbounder to arrive. Not exactly random considering that was what usually happened. It was rare to appear on the scene last, and especially now. He had to keep his mind active more than ever. The last thing he expected to be there though was HER. Why was she here? What did she want? Now wasn't exactly the best time for Killua to talks to the likes of her, especially since the last time he was near her he ended up running away because of his fear. Killua had regarded the patrol with obvious aggression since Guru was there. But when they had all been ready to leave after giving Jacob back, he noticed the way that Argus had looked at him, and broke away from the group. There was no avoiding their interaction from the looks of it. The albino serval followed Argus along the border of Snowbound, although he was on the same side of the border that she was on. Bandages covered his torso and his shoulder from the self-inflicted wounds he had gotten only a day ago. The scent of blood not hovering around his body thanks to the fact that his air elementals got rid of any smell that was around his body. The bandages almost blended in perfectly with the rest of his fur. When they stopped and she turned around to face him, Killua kept his distance from her, his claws already unsheathed. He was skeptical. He was nervous. He was scared. He didn't know WHAT to think. His large ears were on a swivel as a scowl spread across his facial features before he finally spoke. "What do you want?" The assassin questioned, parts of his white fur around his paws stained a very light pink. Not noticeable if someone wasn't looking, but he hadn't managed to wash off dried blood quick enough and so it had slightly stained his fur. His eyes didn't change color while he talked to her, and his brother kept quiet this time.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Loneliness was an emotion that Killua didn't think that he was capable of having. He was always surrounded by other animals nowadays, so one could think that he shouldn't be lonely while he was around others. That there shouldn't be any reason for him not to approach others and actually talk to try and learn about them. But what was the point of learning about who they were when he had already figured out what their past usually had after talking with them for the next couple of minutes? There was no point in trying to get to know someone if they weren't interesting. However, Killua didn't really have a choice when it came to him being picky, as he knew that if he waited for the perfect creature to come across him and they instantly became friends, that could wait for the rest of his life and there would be nothing that could be done to quicken something like this. Killua didn't even realize what emotion he was feeling after he had killed those animals. He had wanted to talk to someone about what he was going through. Sure, Kayn ended up following him but that didn't make him feel about a canine that he had only interacted one other time. Killua could care less about the canine just like most that lived inside of the camp after all. Killua dind't really want to listen to what Kayn had to say anyway. The other knew nothing about him, so he couldn't possibly know what he was going through. Besides, he hadn't been in the best mental condition to talk to someone directly after he had just killed two animals that were much larger than himself. He didn't want to kill though, which meant that someone had to have moved his body for him. Killua definitely could not have predicted this to happen, but as soon as Kayn did leave him, there was no one Killua could talk to. He wasn't about to approach Amorette with something as gruesome as this. Instead, Killua just kept everything to himself. A bad habit that he usually had all of the time when it came to trying to hide his feeling away from others. He was an expert, having been a pro assassin for a majority of his life once he met a certain threshold of kills. That threshold he wasn't really sure all that much anymore. Killua simply had traveled back to his cave after everything that had happened, and patched himself up in the cave that he lived alone in. Killua didn't try to live in the camp that was indeed Snowbound, as he didn't trust himself and he certainly didn't trust others that lived in Snowbound no matter how nice they could possibly be toward him. The albino serval had finished stitching himself up before he laid himself down in that cave. He hadn't expected it, but his reptile companion, Koru, approached him. He wasn't sure if it was possible to see in a snakes eyes, but he wanted to say he could almost see the concern in the reptile's eyes. Killua didn't know what he could say to the snake that wasn't capable of speaking back. The reptile curled around his unsheathed claws that were sinking into the rock of the cave that he considered to be his temporary base of operations. Eventually, he did let everything spill out of his mouth as soon as the albino black mamba had curled his way around his paws. The other obviously sensing his discomfort and fear that was radiating off of him. He talked about what he had become and that he was fearful that his condition may end up getting worse if he didn't do something. He could almost hear his brother snickering in the back of his mind. He talked to Koru for the majority of the night, and it actually felt nice to talk to someone that he knew wouldn't judge him for what he was. Killua was the only one that was capable of giving food to the reptile, and that meant that if Koru didn't stick around with him for a bit, the other would probably die in the frigid and cold condition. The entire time that he spoke, his entire body had been shaking, out of shock and fear that raked through his body. Was he even the same person anymore? What memories had been wiped from his head? What if he actually had a life before and his family took them away from him? Had he been forced to go back to square one and serve his family like an obedient son that he was? Killua had to keep his anger under control because if he didn't, it was going to end up with Koru seriously injured and he couldn't have that happen. His brother had been right, he didn't belong here.

He was alone. a feeling that he didn't have while he was with the Zoldyck family. But what if there was a chance for him to develop something? Killua refused to sleep that night, anxiety and stress eating away at the inside of his body. Knowing his current condition sleeping would just cause issues and would give his older brother a chance to take advantage of his mind and just feed him the night terrors that he was almost basically fine with nowadays. Killua didn't trust Argus at all since the other had talked to him on the border of the Typhoon. There were no clues that were set out in front of him that would give him any hint that the Typhoon member should even be trusted. Sure, she had managed to give him information that he didn't know, but that wouldn't be enough to earn him any trust. He had seen the way that she had practically looked at him, and it pissed him off. She had wanted to fight him when he first appeared on the border, and he would have done the same if it hadn't been for the feeling of fear that overcame his body. The assassin didn't know why the other was even trying to be here. Was the other trying to get more information out of him since she just so happened to know him? He didn't consider himself to be all remotely connected to the female, and that was due to his own cautious nature. Killua usually reacted positively to anything that was told to him once there was proof presented. No proof meant that there were holes in another's argument and could easily be manipulated if he really needed to. His sapphire blue eyes remained narrow at the female when she seems to sigh. This meant that whatever she was about to say was probably bound to make him angry or complicate their conversation. The scowl remained on his face as he watched each of the larger beasts movements carefully. There was such a thing as being too careful, but after what had just happened he couldn't afford another slip-up. Besides he was injured, he doubted that he would win in a fight against the female right now without dying of blood loss. The other said she had figured out why he didn't know her. Oh? This was going to be interesting. Was she going to attempt to manipulate him then because he didn't remember her? It was back to this subject again, and he could feel the same pressure in the middle of his chest that had developed during their first encounter. The fur on the nape of his neck bristling slightly in response to the strange pressure again. Killua didn't comment on what she said until she was done speaking. Then she spoke about someone having their claws inside of him, which honestly didn't make all that much sense to the young deputy. "The hell is that supposed to mean? Stop being vague and making everything seem like a riddle. Spit it out already what you know." Killua growled. He wanted concrete answers. He would rather not draw out their interaction considering how his body acted toward the female so far. While he spoke in probably a rude manner, he had raised one of his paws to gesture with, and pointed his paw toward her, with his claws sheathed so not to make it seem like he was going to swing his paw toward her.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Manipulating someone to gather information had been part of his training as an assassin. Unlike his brother though, he didn't really have a way to manipulate minds as good as he did. Killua actually had the use to use telepathy in case he wanted to try and full someone with an illusion, but to have that happen he would have to get through the mental barriers of the creature. It was one of his trump cards that he could use in a battle if he needed to create an illusion to try and get out of a terrible situation. Although since he had joined the clans, there had been no need for him to use something like that out of consideration that he usually just over powered those that tried to get the better of him. The usual method that Killua had stuck with when he was younger and didn't have the power was to simply physically torture those that had needed information. If he could afford the time, he would drag the creature he needed to torture all the way back to the Zoldyck estate. It was there that he would have all the tools that he would really ever needed in regard to what could cut what. Besides, taking someone to the Zoldyck estate, past the massive guard dog the size of a dragon, it would easily break anyone's will to try and escape and realize that there was nothing they could do to get out of this situation other than to give out what they knew. Most of the Zoldyck mansion was filled with cells and dungeons that could be used to torture or if someone tried to invade the place there were so many rooms that they wouldn't have a chance to search all of them. The young assassin usually chained the animal that he was carrying to the ground and would ask simple questions before doing anything to the animal. There were a few instances where they broke instantly after seeing all the tools that could be potentially used on them. Relaying all the information that they could possibly know and if he needed more information then he would just dwell into their mind for more as he sifted through their thoughts. Again, not a hard task to do when someone was emotionally distraught. When it did come time to do the torture, however, Killua simply gave the torture that he himself had gone through during his training. Poison. Electorcution. Carving. Drowning. All gloves were off when someone said that they weren't going to break no matter what they did to them. During these sessions, Killua was able to get a better understanding of his victims that could lead him to an answer on a way to torture them of what they could possibly fear. Those that were extremely tough physically usually had weak minds that were easier to break, while sometimes those that broke easily had the strongest minds for him to crack open.

Killua remembered hearing all the creatures that he tortured scream in pain, having learned the hard ways from his own training that screaming wouldn't have gotten him anywhere, which taught him that he shouldn't scream during a torture session. Any sign of pain gave him the incentive to continue attacking that area, as it was obviously sensitive. Every torture was different though, as other's would require different kinds of treatment. Killua didn't have to deal with that many tortures over his life so far though out of consideration that when he went out on a job he usually got all the information that he needed to know. Most groups that he was forced to hunt down didn't exactly change areas all that often all things considered. Killua knew how easy it was to manipulate others, but he had never forced someone to do something that they didn't want. It wasn't really Killua's strategy when he was younger, as he usually opted to try and just kill them and gather information from torture instead of worrying about whether or not they were going to follow his orders. There were too many issues with that strategy, at least to his own mind where he could easily have his position given away if the other tried to get bold and tell others what was happening and that he was being manipulated to do what the assassin wanted. He couldn't have an entire army coming after him, not just because it would be problematic, but because it would mean that his target would probably get away from the chaos. He was more of a physical killer than one that would torture the minds of others until they no longer had the right to think for themselves. Thinking about it, that had been exactly what happened to the wildcat with his family. They had gotten into his mind and brainwashed him to the point that he wasn't even really sure what was his own thoughts or what was the ideas that his family had fed into his mind. It was confusing, and more importantly, it was frustrating. Killua was injured. He knew that. He knew that in a full out fight there was a likelihood that he would just end up bleeding to death if he wasn't careful enough. He knew that the wounds that he had created on himself weren't that deep, but they covered a large surface area and since his body wasn't all that big, blood loss for an anima like himself would probably kill him. The other could obviously tell the way he was injured, and he didn't like the way that the canine had looked him over to evaluate his wounds and probably wondering how long it would take her to kill him. He couldn't get killed now after having come so far in trying to accomplish his goal. Which was honestly a simple goal if he just tried hard enough then maybe he would finally be able to grasp it.

Everything started to step in front of him though thanks to his goal and refused to let him get any closer. His family was to blame and nothing else. Killua managed to keep control of his own body for the meantime as the other gave him information about herself. At least, a small bit of information about her. So, the other had a different name back then? That could mean many things. Considering that reincarnation was so common among the clans, it could mean that she died and decided to take on a different name. Other creatures changed their names quite often, so if she just decided that she liked another name more she could have changed it without any worry. Unless she was trying to hide who she had been, then there were crimes that were attached to that name as well. There were many options as to why she could have decided to change her name. He noticed the way she was acting, and tried to keep himself calm. She wasn't trying to kill him yet. It was okay to be near her. Ultimately she did reveal her crimes, which came into his theory about why she had changed her name. Manipulated children. This caused the muscles around his shoulders to tense themselves. Then the term puppets came into play, and his large ears pinned themselves against his skull. What the hell was he so worried about? Considering that he had probably done almost as worse crimes that she had, Killua doubted that he would be the one to be allowed to judge her actions. He was a murderer, and she knew that from at least what he could gather. His shortened tail lashed behind him and he narrowed his eyes, and his sapphire blue optics widened at the other's offer to help him. Help him deal with his brother. Help him get the damned voice of his head. The sound of static had been in the back of his mind the entire conversation, and now it sounded like the screech of a chalkboard going through his head. A scowl of pain rippled through his head as he raised one of his paws as he touched the side of his head. Part of him wanted to refuse the other's help. He could help himself. But after what he had just done, could he really? A pained look was spread across his facial features for a split second before the pain started to ebb away. And instead, there were whispers to replace the pain. "Why? Why help me? You even said it yourself I killed your son! What would you benefit at all for helping me other than for your own advantage?" He still didn't trust her. There had to be a means behind why she wanted to help him. There just had to be as there was always a catch to be had in an exchange like this. The wildcat removed his paw from his head and back down onto the ground. He looked like he was on the verge of panting, the stress of his mind getting to his body already. "You'll be putting your life in danger by getting involved too much. The Zoldyck family doesn't exactly like those that stick their nose into their business." Killua spoke in a way that made it sound like he wasn't included in the family. Considering how much the other knew about him, there was no reason to hide the likes of his last name. The first creature in the clans since he had decided to join in with them to hear his last name. Who knew what Illumi would do once he found out what was going on though. His brother would obviously be pissed, and he felt like there was nothing he could do to stop him.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Numb. The pain had been a huge factor for him while he was growing up. At a very young age, he was given the rundown of what he would be doing for practically the rest of his life. He had agreed to what they were doing at the time because they had even said that it was going to beneficial to him in the end. Which it had been, but at what cost? He wondered what it would be like to have all of his emotions flow out of his body like water from a drain. What other's would think of him if they realized how broken and vulnerable he actually was when it came to the aspects of life. It sounded pitiful to even think about, but he knew that he wasn't all-powerful anymore. His family had made sure that he would never be and always made him feel weak when he was around them. Except for a couple of his siblings, he knew that he couldn't win in a fight against his oldest brother, as that would be suicide. He had tried time and time again, and the tiger had been the one to torture him to his near-death experiences over the months that he had been alive. Even with something as extreme as that, Killua began to become used to the pain that was dished out toward him. If other's were able to see a large number of scars that were underneath his fur, they would probably think of him as being grotesque. Yet, he had didn't receive any scars from the likes of a clanner, the scars that he either made himself or had gotten from his brother. No one else in his family had been the one to torture Killua for his training, as his mother and father were barely involved. They just told Illumi what to do, and like a good son, he followed whatever he was told. Actually, that was a lie, as some of the butlers had been tasked with punishing him based on his actions toward the rest of the family. The lashings didn't start till later in his life when he started to rebel against his family as he realized that they were lying to him and trying to manipulate him. They didn't care about him. They didn't CARE. The pain wasn't a feeling that he really felt all that often, at least physically. It was almost impossible to hurt the wildcat physically and try to make him scream out in pain. If any other group somehow captured him and tried to torture him, he probably wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing his pain. Resorting to just grunting as his limbs would be broken. Now if someone tried to target his eyes or try to cut off his tongue, then, of course, he would start to feel pain in that regard. There was no way to torture one's eye without making them go blind and the Zoldyck's couldn't afford to have Killua go blind in one eye during his training. Killua had his bones broken over and over again in his life, which meant they weren't as brittle as one would think since due to his young age he was able to heal pretty quickly. Although maybe not as quick as some animals that lived in the clans, he was able to heal himself up quite well either way. The assassin wasn't magical after all, and he was just basically a serval that had experience and modifications that helped him in life. If a tiger or lion were to grab hold of him, there would be little that Killua could end up do to get out of that situation. Relying on his speed was obvious thanks to his lithe form. Killua knew that he should be glad that he couldn't feel any sort of pain. But having watched clanners go through the pain that they went through, he wasn't sure if he could relate to what was happening to them. Sure, he could go back to think about the time that he was practically skinned alive thanks to his brother, but that pain would be different than what they were going through. Most of the aspects of his training usually fogged itself over in his head, as it was due to the repetition that his training had all of the time.

He should be glad that he didn't remember every aspect of the training that he had to go through, because if he did he might go insane from the thoughts that would creep into his mind. Killua felt numb when it came to the marks that he usually inflicted on himself. Self-inflicted wounds weren't exactly rare when it came to the assassin. Some of the wounds were created by accident, which happened if he woke up after a night terror and accidentally claw up his arms while he was flailing around in his sleep. There were still plenty of times where the wounds weren't created by accident, and instead for a purpose. He wanted to FEEL. He wanted to know what it felt like for him to be injured just like the blood that he had spilled over his life. Maybe he deserved to know what pain it felt like, or what it felt like to lose someone out of consideration that he had never lost anyone that he cared about. The assassin's claws were perfect for making clean cuts that he could stitch up and hide in between his fur without making a scene. He could also hide the scent of blood that would ultimately come off of his body thanks to the wounds. Part of him knew what he was doing was wrong. Ad yet, he didn't know what else he could possibly do. He had to atone for the things that he had done in his life, and every time he had a chance to laugh or even have fun in the clans, he was rushed with a feeling of guilt. He didn't DESERVE this. He was a killer, and shouldn't know what it was like to have feelings and emotions that he couldn't identify spring up. He was glad that he was numb because he could sometimes push his emotions to the back of his head. Killua refused to talk to other's about what he was going through, and that meant that he was bound to just be a bomb that was waiting to go off. The cuts that he had made himself were mementos for the tragedies he had committed, even if it wasn't really of his own actions. He had believed that he was doing what was right for his family. Killua was told that family was everything at a young age, and he would do everything for his family to make sure that they were proud of him. He was there to appease to their wishes, to make them happy, while sacrificing his own life in the process. Cuts ran along his arms and his shoulders. The pain was the only distraction from the voices in his head, and he felt sick. He was sick. He knew this, and still, what could he possibly do? He couldn't cry out for help. He refused to. He pushed other's away from him so that they didn't get to close. Having someone close to him just meant that they were probably doomed to die potentially by his own claws or the claws of another clanner. You are nothing but a puppet of darkness. You only feel happy when you kill someone. Killua visibly flinched as the words entered his head. He knew that he was being manipulated, and his body would still continue to listen to the commands that his older brother would give it. Killua wanted to figure out if the other's words rang true. Did he only feel joy when killing? That had to be a lie. His recent kill had almost made him want to vomit the shame he had of the crime that he had committed. Killua forced himself to look back toward Argus, who didn't seem to be upset with the situation at all.

Obviously, she didn't want to tell him everything, but he probably didn't want to know everything that she had done. She had probably been like him, but more ruthless than he was when he was just a kit that laughed hysterically when killed someone. The thought made his gut twist slightly as his sapphire blue eyes looked over her the entire time in a calculative way. He wasn't one to miss small details, and in a situation like this, he couldn't afford to. Then she started to talk about a memory that he couldn't remember. He had returned her child and had tried to stand up for him. And yet, why hadn't he stopped the one that was torturing him if it meant that much to him? It sounded like a poor excuse to just save his own ass instead of actually taking the blame for what had happened to her son. The white wolf said that he had helped her. Something that Killua couldn't exactly come to terms with, as he rarely tried to help others. Killua lowered his gaze to look down at the snow that was between his slightly pink paws. He could help. Why had that memory been erased though? Static started to feel his thoughts and made a scowl of frustration pass across his features. He wanted to know what he had lost. What his family had taken away from him. Was there any point trying to chase the past though for something that he couldn't have anymore? He wasn't sure anymore, but it was worth a shot as some sort of closure for what he had done. When the other said that an assassin was trying to protect the peace in the likes of a clan, he couldn't help but let out a light chuckle from his jaws. "Sounds pretty ironic and hypocritical." Killua stated, trying his best to maintain a joking tone. While at the same time keeping his voice from shaking from the emotions that were running through his body. Killua wanted to say that there was no need for her to return the favor. She had lost her child and didn't have to fight anymore to make amends for something that he couldn't even remember. Killua needed the help though, and the other seemed to have at least some knowledge of what was going on and maybe an idea how to fight it. The white wolf was obviously strong all things considered, and maybe he could use that to his advantage. But was she as strong as her brother? He wasn't sure. He would have to document all of her powers and fighting styles. Not like it mattered because his brother used poison needles so she would probably be dead as soon as she was struck by one. The other seemed to be confident in her skills though, which made him raise his head again, his shortened tail swaying from side to side as he considered his options. Did he even have any? Then he was given a choice, that surprised him a little bit, causing his sapphire blue yes to widened slightly. A choice. He hadn't had one of those for a while. Talk now, or talk later. He wanted to talk now because there was so much that he didn't know. But it was obvious that his brother didn't want him to stay with the feeling that blossomed in his chest began to increase, making it hard for him to breath. Fear. His air elemental's kept the scent from permeating through the air for the meantime. He hated this. God, he hated this. He sucked in a breath as silence passed through them for a couple seconds. "Fine, I'll answer some questions. Just... give me a second." Killua would then start to look around, his metal claws flexing into the snow. He then looked at the tree that was next to him and the low hanging branch He walked over toward the tree, and the serval crouched down, bunching up the muscles in his back legs. He focused on the way that his body was working instead of thinking about the fear that was coursing through his body. Finally, with the ten-foot leap that the serval was capable of manage, he was able to sink his claws into the branch with ease and hall himself up with almost what seemed to be grace. Now ten feet above the ground, he laid himself down on the branch, the fear that he had being so close to the wolf lessoned some. Which had been the point of gaining some distance between him and the canine. "Distance... helps. But you're asking questions I get to ask some of my own. What's your name?" Killua questioned, a question that he was pretty sure that he had asked before when they first met and the female had refused to answer him. Which was strange because the other knew now that he wasn't capable of remembering who she was in the first place. He was just tired of constantly referring to her as the white wolf than anything else. His gaze was directed downward toward the canine, and with the distance that he had gained, he seemed to have to calm down soon, but it would only last for a short time.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons