He was always so grumpy. She expected him to pull away when she went to licking his muzzle yet her gratitude knew no bounds. In her mind Magnus had elevated himself. He wasn't one that she would climb on a rock anymore out of fear. No, he was one she would run to with excitement or one that she would run to if she was fearful because he had saved her. Just like Reich had saved her from dying and Jericho had saved her from spending the night alone, lost ... well somewhere. Honestly the adrenaline and pain have meddled with her mind and each movement is sluggish and not well thought out. So even though he says for her to cut it out she can't stop for a minute because she doesn't process it until he mentions Glorall. She had heard of it. It was pack by a lake right? A really big lake. And at this point she doesn't mind she isn't going back home yet. Reich has been away for a while and she wonders where he is. It was so lonely without him and she was fearful of Everlyse after watching her rip half of his face off.

Her overlarge ears flick as he tells her to not pass out. Golden eyes shift upwards to look at him as she tries to smile though each step is woozy and her body sways from side to side. She looks a wreck, dark blood staining her charcoal gray fur and covering some of the golden threads throughout. She sighs without realizing it, her body demanding - no screaming! - for rest. Couldn't she just plop down right here? Please? She hears the surf, a weird sound. She hadn't heard a lake make that kind of sound, so loud, so she doesn't immediately know what it is, nor does she even know what an ocean is. Her mother had taught her nothing and yet Fjallraven had adored her. "He knew my momma," she whispers suddenly as he ushers her to a den. She was talking about Malacath of course, but she was in her own mind now. Fading fast as memories swamped her and she began to cry. "I hope she is okay. Why would she leave me, Magnus? I tried. I did, I promise I did," she whimpers, instinctively pressing against his large form even if it disgusted him. Even if she was falling to pieces and acting like someone crazy.

About that time he ducks beneath her and she gasps as suddenly she is riding the wind. Riding the air that clears some of the tears from her eyes so she realizes that Magnus is beneath her tiny body, moving swiftly, and she presses her nose into his scruff. "She gave me to him. But its okay, she came back to get me," she mumbled sleepily in his fur, eyes closed in bliss as her body began to take over in an attempt to heal herself. She drifts off in the few minutes it takes to get to his den.

She doesn't realize she is in his den until he rolls her off his back and her shoulder suddenly screams, an echoed sentiment that comes from her mouth as the muscles and flesh stretch and begin to ooze fresh blood onto the pelt beneath it. She whimpers, cuddling in on herself. He hadn't intentionally done it, it was just the stretching of her body and her slow reflexes. She watches him turn and her head jolts up suddenly. "No! No!" She says, heaving breath suddenly as if hyperventilating as her eyes fill once more. "I can't... don't... will you come back??"