Heart waring with what little sense Castle was able to sink his teeth into, body tensing as slowly just being able to stand up fully left him in a state. Oh what a betrayal of his body, to flood his being with emotions and instincts && pound at the inside of his ribcage.

When was the last time he felt such warmth? Back before he found himself in these new lands away from others that although didn't know him still greeted him with open hearts and always left a spot for him to lay in. When was the last time Castle's heart ran the speed it was going?
When those same others understood his nature and past && untrust yet still would wag their tail when seeing him crest that hill back to them, would still run to meet him half way and fill the deathly silence that followed him with noise.

Now their hearts were laid bare to the world as Ravens or Carrions creatures feasted upon it, Now their tail forever laid still, their voices forever silenced, a haunting presence to now join him here in this purgatory hell. He had betrayed their love by not joining them, by getting them killed, and now his heart betrayed him!

Betrayed, Betrayed! BETRAYE-

”You smell like something the cat dragged in. Wait, no, you look like the cat smelled you and put you away... wait.. s'not right either... well shoot.”

Castle isn't one for much thanks, but he would give it to this stranger now as his body stilled in silence, the betrayal of his heart and roaring of his head halting in its war of control. Yes he would thank whoever spoke.

If it wasn't for the fact that they happened upon him in such a state, breath left him in a steady beat, hackles slowly rose to stand and one ear flicked back to them, before slowly he turned his head to gaze upon the unfortunate soul that found him in such a state. Her scent reached him first before his eyes registered her appearance. like a spring time missed in these colder times.

Daisies and grass on a sunny day.

Where her tail wags freely in both greetings, his slowly rises, muscle tensing as he fights to simply compose himself, body once in a mixed state going for a default of violence. Castle however resisted the urge to bare fang, licking lips once to calm the urge to dig teeth into nape and simply turn to face the newcomer instead.

[b]“Says the one who looks like they were fought by the wind itself.” graveled, rough and as if the voice hasn't been used in forever. Castle clears it once eyes narrowing as they slowly sit, hackles still risen but resisting both violent or otherwise tendencies.

“And lost.”