The lion was taken aback at the sudden aggressiveness of the fox before him, in that moment it was as if he wasn't the same person he knew earlier. The words coming out of his mouth were vitriolic but at the same time were tinged with grief and sorrow. Granted, the vulpine had been through a lot up until now, something that the lion was witnessing first-hand, truth be told it made him feel a bit uneasy and slightly guilty. Listening to Erion ramble about his past, the leonine man was reminded of his own. He avoided the gaze of the young man, looking forlornly at the ground as the fox was still talking, it was almost like he was being scolded for something he shouldn't have done. When it came to distrust, he was no stranger, in fact many people would be with the way the world is right now. 

The words of the fox eventually culminated with him talking about his family and how they killed his best friend, a very sensitive subject it would seem, and one for many. The lion was no exception to this and thoughts of his own family come back to him and he sighs, he does miss them a great deal, but coming back now would just...He shook his head, trying to abandon the thoughts and discarding them. The conversation ended with the fox with tears in his eyes. The pangs of guilt were taking over the lion, the one thing he didn't need right now was to deal a crying fox, he wasn't geared for these sort of things! 

[b][i][color=fff200]"My...apologies."[/color][/i][/b] 

The lion was gritting his teeth and was trying to avoid eye-contact with the fox, all the while salving the pride he had just lost. Then again, it was through his own foolhardiness that he was in the predicament in the first place, so really it was his own fault. Right now there was little he could do to comfort the tearful young man, he might just make it worse. Deciding to risk it, the lion was about to say something to soothe the pain of the fox but...[i]something[/i] interrupted their little conversation.

Erion referred to him as a spirit, but from the looks of it, [i]"pest"[/i] or [i]"annoyance"[/i] might have made for better names. At the very least the tension had dissipated-somewhat, and the fox was looking better than before. The lion closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to decide whether he should be the one to speak up this time or stay silent, lest he cause more trouble again.

[b][i][color=fff200]"He seems fond of you at the very least."[/color][/i][/b]