She keeps her submissive nature, tail tucked far between her legs as she crouches and ears are lain back so dolefully. But he holds no concern for her unfortunate state and his words are cold to her ears. It is clear that she has crossed one whom pities few, if any at all, yet she does not relent. She winces as he speaks so vehemently, eyes squinting shut before opening again to him and a soft whimper snakes through her lips. His question is an odd one, as if one were to know what makes them weak, but Sever knows just what to respond with.

”I… I don’t know. My parents… I suppose.” she fumbles over her words effortlessly as she answers with such woe weighing in her feminine tones. She crawls closer to him, eyes unwavering as she tries to lick at his bottom jaw, pleading for him to not run her off. ”Can you please help me?” she begs in a whimper. How long she will keep up this act is to be determined; a few more moments, a few more seasons, who knows. She will run with it for as long as she needs so that she may gain a place here and protection so that she may grow stronger in her mother’s absence.

This pack did not reek of Naamah’s scent and if the girl were to assume correctly it would be that the older female would not even dare to join a pack. She was too untamed for such things. If she plays her cards right she will be able to remain here until she is of age, leeching off of those who live her in her residence, but that is determined upon Underidge’s choice. ”I am Sever… my mom left me.” that pathetic voice calls out again, something so vile that it nearly makes her recoil in distaste, but she must keep it up.