( he slowly makes his way to emil while keeping his ears covered and himself low in general. who's to say that the memory could take a life of its own, at least, this is what he thinks. it's not correct, but to be careful... he doesn't just need to be: he wants to be.

for emil's sake.

and as he finally reaches him, kaden feels comfortable enough to pull his hands away and loosely wraps them around his shoulders; just as a reminder that someone is there. those words are easily heard with keen senses like kaden's, though he continues to wince at the baying of the injured and ill hound. )

Look, you... it's fine. I know you were trying to help, right? I probably understand better than most.

( after all, though kaden may look mostly human? he's not human. he'll never want to be human. )

... that was a gun, right? What you had in your hands?