He had slinked away without looking back. A few high-pitched whines left his throat as he weaved through the forest with his body close to the earth. Kerberos did not know what the hell had happened back there. Sven had been practically paralyzed by Sahalie. What was her importance? He knew that she was Triell's daughter but that was it. She wasn't special but there had been some great reaction when she had popped her head through the foliage. He had been so happy but now he was practically a blubbering mess.
All he could do was try and see through the tears (that he didn't know why or when they appeared) to make his way home. He didn't understand anything. His burst of emotions had not been expected. He hated himself for stammering and sputtering at Sahalie's simple question. He should just crawl away. Disappear into the burnt woods for the night. He knew he could always go hide in the old den they had used as loners. There were good memories there and maybe they'd help him feel less emotional. Or maybe those memories would overwhelm him too and he'd be even worse.
He hadn't been paying attention to where he was going and he tripped over a root. His tawny body hit the snowy ground and he simply laid there with a low whine. He didn't feel like moving at all anymore.