Slowly but surely it seemed as though Pine and Zarah were beginning to understand that they were hopeless in understanding each other. The small multi-colored pup was learning Zarah did not know how to react to snarls, growls, and glares. She did not know the language of what most would consider ‘common’ folk or soldiers. Zarah was learning that Pine had very little regard for those thought themselves better than her and chastising from anyone. Happy they were slowly starting to get to common ground, Pine started to pay more legitimate attention to Zarah, giving her the absolute smallest amount of respect she deserved. Slowly she was starting to see them as equals and possible companions or acquaintances. Though there was a very real chance Zarah would detest such a relationship.

Slowly she started to warm up to the princess, but she remained cautiously leery. He… is a soldier of Iromar. So he can get anything he wants from there. When I think of him I think of safety… He was the only thing that had saved her on that night long ago. From then on she had thought of him as a protector, a father, everything he was to her was summed up in the title ‘Big Wolf’. Foresty eyes looked at her own paws and back up to Zarah. The genuine feelings she felt shined through the green depths. He means life. The only thing I can think of is food. But that isn’t good enough… She had no idea what she could ever do for the big male to thank him for saving her life, or even if he wanted her to thank him for saving her life. She understood there was nothing that had otherwise dictated him to protect her. In fact, it would have been against nature to try to save her. They shared no blood, only spirits of fighters that clung to life.