I suppose, perhaps, I ought to not assign too much generalization to Zeltzin. After all, she defies her kin in a sense that she had come to Glorall of her own volition, seemingly commited to such an act through her own nature alone. That, at least, is not a trait shared among healers. Perhaps my view of such wolves has been skewed though - it is not to say that Hadrian is the most approachable, kindred of spirits despite his skills. In any case, I do not think it would be too great a feat to imagine she has entered the storm under some commitment of compassion.

So then, why do I care? It is beneficial. Besides, she is a capable wolf, skilled and capable in her own way. There is a strength within her that is unconventional but present nonetheless. That is why I come to her at least. Perhaps there are many in the world that I might simply ignore and find another day, washed out and cold in the ground, but not she.

As she speaks, I curl around slightly, better utilizing my bulk so that the wind is unable to blow her words away. For a moment, I am caught off guard by them, almost as if my reasoning ought to have been obvious. "I was curious," I shrug, though my eyes follow hers briefly towards the distance.

She barely gives it a second thought before she begins to charge forward. I instinctively pull away though I do my best to keep closer. I lean in slightly when I speak now, my ears reluctant to push forward to hear her response against the blistering gusts. "There is a hollow nearby," reluctantly, I press my shoulder against hers to garner her attention, motioning towards the direction in which I had come; my prints have begun to fade and yet, they are obvious enough. Like cuts, they slash through the under layers of snow. "We should wait." Even I am aware that the storm is culminating, a force too strong and too savage for any creature.

I press into her slightly, urging her towards the path though I pass a glance back towards the direction she had been hoping to continue in. "Then," I add, my attention turning back to her once more with a small nod of affirmation, "I will help if you so desire." A debt was never a bad thing to create.