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The wolf watches the painted woman closely. The arrival of the Peak woman meant Vasilissa's claim would be unfounded, but it did not necessarily mean her mind had been made up one way or the other. One thing that did become quite clear in the moment since Khar made her appearance; that Eliza had found her voice.

Though it was still shaking, whether from the cold or her unnerving of the current situation in which she found herself, one thing was clear. She would not be a victim. His smile softened a touch as she gazes at Vasilissa, her resolve made. She makes to move closer to his side but he does not dare to make mention of it. It is cold after all. Though his draftier heritage provided dense muscle and bone, his years spent in the humid climate of Paradise had shortened even his winter coat. Though he did not outwardly shiver and shake as Eliza, he too noted the cold chill in the air and felt it in old wounds now healed. It reminded him that he was getting older and the years would not going to show him mercy.

Eliza goes on to tell them of the land which she comes from... a land that was not unlike the lands that he had been born into. An encouraging smile tugs his whiskered lips upwards as the fond memories resurface. "It sounds like a wonderful place. What made you decide to leave?" he would need to learn more of this mare of the plains.

Attention shifts suddenly as Vasilissa takes her leave. She has no comment for him and so her departure is met with a mere twitch of an ear. She advised Eliza to head to the peaks but he keeps his mouth shut. Khar was right in this instance, at least it would be her decision to make. Instead he shifts the weight of his frame closer to Eliza, just enough that their bodies could touch and share together in the warmth. He did not want to push her and if she were to step away from the contact he would not follow but simply put, he was there for her.

Khar glares at him, her words firm in that the shortened nickname was not meant for himself. A wolfish grin spreads upon his features as he dips his head respectfully. It was his turn to be grilled it seemed. So like Wasp when first they had met. "Forgive me Khar'pern. I did not mean to offend." he begins, glancing towards Eliza first before beginning, "It is true I do not call this island home. My herd resides on the island of Atlantis, to the south of here. It is a dense jungle whose weather stays mild even in the dead of winter." he murmurs blinking warmly at the thin furred mare beside him. "If you want I can show it to you. If you like you can stay there with me and my herd until winter has passed you will not find an island more accommodating in winter months." he adds touching her shoulder gently before turning his gaze to Khar. "No force. No demand. If it does not suit you then I will be happy to help you find something else that will. I am sure Khar... erm... Khar'pern would be glad to do the same as well... If I am not being to forward in assuming." he finishes.