Pariah’s brows furrowed and her nose dropped slightly. Arguments against what Samus said whispered through her head. She would be able to keep her hiding spots and if they were found, she would simply move. Pariah was fairly convinced that would be a suitable existence. In fact, she was nearly longing for it. To be able to ease away, unnoticed by the world and reappear in the moments she wanted to as opposed to continuing at the will or displeasure of others. In the world of a youth, her sight obscured by those who had influenced her, she thought she knew the truth of the world without question. Her shoulders hunched still further against what Samus was saying, stubbornly clinging to the only things she truly knew.

Samus’ annoyance came across her face in a frown. Pariah watched her closely, trying to read her body language to know if she was in danger or being lied to. But… You don’t know everything… She protested quietly. Her bloody eyes looked down back to the ground. It was dawning on her that she might not know it all, either. It was not the first time she had been told she might be worth something, or that she would be useful. Wanted, even. She whined softly, trying to grasp the slow change of her perception of the world. Trying to solidify that she was not a demon spawn who walked with death. At first, Pariah bulked at the thought of following Samus to her den. It was far too close, too near to being able to touch another wolf or be within proximity. But she was hungry… it was a need she could not deny and Malina had told her not to steal food from anyone. Steal only secrets. Pariah ducked her head and sighed. Okay… she gave in, getting to her paws to follow the older girl. But…. Why did you take me?