I learn new things sometimes. Like how I didn't know I needed this but now that I let it loose, that I screamed out the rage and fear and hurt inside of me and I let this male comfort me, how I had needed this. A shoulder to lean upon, an ear to listen, the kindness of a stranger to help me understand what I couldn't. Carnifex was gone. The grief would fade in time. I had seen it on the faces of others, had watched from a distance with a curious disregard. It is only fortune that I have found a wolf who does not do the same to me as I did to those, turning my back on them, offering nothing but my disappearance. I was ashamed to think that never in my life had I really done any good to anyone. Only for my own selfish need. I didn't really know too much about my own parents. Mother had been eaten by an alligator when she had went to save Taji. Taji had been nothing but trouble in life, I thought, getting our mother killed and stealing away a few happy moments from me and my past lover. I was glad she was gone and her blasted child too.

Exodus is not a weak looking wolf. He is much larger than me but he has a sort of calm sense of purpose about him. At least, to me he does. I do not know that he has lost his own sort of crush, only that he comforts me in my time of pain, and for that I don't really want to part with him. I am just not sure what to do. I have never been in such a situation before. Everything that had begun between me and Carnifex had started as games, toying at seduction, threats, anger and rage, and then desperation and love. We were a match made in hell really, when I thought about it. I fought with him and he stolidly ignored me at times which infuriated me more. I didn't think Exodus was the kind to ignore problems, judging by the way he touches me. His warmth had infused me and I wanted to curl myself at his chest for a few more moments so that I could rest without fear of some wolf-eating creature invading the too-large den I had left in the grotto. I should have taken Myrria back to that fox bolt hole I had found a few years past but likely it has been caved in by now.

His smirk is reassuring. I like confidence and amusement and he offers both, so much so that I smirk back at him, feeling myself for a moment. I chuckle at his jest. "Interesting days you must have," I say flippantly before noting the time of day and my unease returns. I need to return to her, I need to fill my belly and hers, and I need to get ready for nightfall. I hated the dark now. It was hard to sleep when the chill of night set in. I had nestled us in a crook in the grotto for better warmth but I feared one day I would wake and she would have died, or maybe I would. I don't know at this point.

I gape in surprise at his offer, cocking my head to the side. "You would hunt for me? But why, you hardly know me?" My words are of shock and a bit of suspicion and confusion. No one would offer aid to a lone female and her pup. I wouldn't be surprised if some male came traipsing into my den and killed Myrria just because she was alone - the idea does not sit well with me. "I... I will help you," I say because I feel wrong to ask him to do this for me even if the idea is pleasing. I glance off and back at him, unsure where to go, my body too thin now and unable to guide me as it once did. For now I will let him guide us, I will trust in this stranger, and perhaps he will be my saving grace. "I crave only food, anything," I say, ears flicking back in slight embarrassment at my words, for it is clear that I have not eaten well in a while, as eager as I am for any warm meat.