The anger fuelled his hunt. He needed to blow off steam, a great deal of it to keep from going back and eating her alive. Why did he bother? All this time to try and show her some respect, to show her that she could trust him, to tell her that he could help her as much as she could help him had all gone to waste in that single moment. It was true, though, and he knew it. They were not truly equals, and could never truly be. His blood set him apart from the others, and no matter how he tried, no matter who he talked to, he would always be different. At this, Jerec grew angry again, but he couldn't let it get the better of him.
As he stalked a boar, he worked to clear his mind, taking his savagery out on the animal that he'd chosen for his meal. As he took his fill of the carcass, once slain, Jerec peered down at his hands, covered in that sanguine liquid of life. "Why am I wasting my time?" he said to himself. But he knew he'd made a vow. Who would he be to go back on his word? Less than he already was that was for sure. He was an animal, a part of the sacred earth... If she couldn't accept him for who he was, then that was tough cookies for her. He frowned for a moment before cleaning his hands with his tongue and dragging the remains of the body back to the fire. He looked dirty, haggard, as he dropped the body gently by her side, in a sort of peace offering.
He sat down on the other side of the fire, against a tree for cover. He looked at her, through puzzling eyes. What was it about her that confused him so? She went through all this and still she felt as if she had something to prove. Were they not in this together in the first place? He slowly transformed back, hair, claws, and teeth going back to normal.
When she spoke, he looked up and softened his features. "Fool? Why are you a fool? What happened to you to make you foolish?"