It seems like a knife to my gut to have another intrude upon my sacred place. Shit, I don't know why I considered it sacred. I had almost frozen to death here, almost starved to death here, almost died from a broken heart here. Yet it was also the place I had once curled with Carnifex. The place we had once conceived Myrria and the place I had birthed her. Now she was off on her way to being her own wolf and I was left alone. Bereft and a husk of the woman I once was. I don't see threat on the face of Nathaniel but that didn't mean anything. Once I had trusted another and found myself on the verge of death. It was only the grace of my quick wit that had saved me. So as he moves to the side I scamper a bit so I had ample room to dart out if need be. Not that he couldn't catch me quick like in my condition.

He is polite. Awfully polite. It reminds me of Exodus, of his kindness, and it is for that reason alone that I stand here to watch him. "Well, he isn't here," I say, not unkindly. More in curiosity and a bit of exhaustion. We both know I am not in a fit state to look for another. Hell, leaving this place is a chore anymore. Sleep beckons most of the time when hunger is not warring with it. And then he is a light in the darkness and I stare at him in surprise for a moment before I smile, tremulous and almost self-scathing. "While I wouldn't mind the help I am not much assistance. If you are willing to put up with my sluggish attempts I would be glad for it." There is an eagerness in me, a desperation almost, that has me accepting without qualms when otherwise I would have sent the male on his way.