Houdini

Listening to what the boy had to say, Jaidah tilted her painted head. If someone had stepped up to help him, as the pack had done with Rory, things would have been different. But, this was the first contact with someone who was not related to Lirim in any way. She wasn't sure how other packs operated, but there was an idea forming in her mind. Watching the rock he had swatted as it sank beneath the inky surface of the tar pit. Looking back to the male with her fire and ice gaze, she watched him for a moment, debating whether or not to just let the grump go. Standing, Jaidah moved her cream colored paws and tagged along, her bright voice ringing out calmly. "Hey, I have an idea! You and I could practice fighting until you feel ready to take your home back! They can't just do that to you! I need to get better at it anyway, and...well, I can't help but feel you might need it too, with all this frustration and betrayal stuff..." Trailing off, Jaidah watched him to see if his spirits brightened any, he seemed really hurt and she wanted nothing more than to just hold him. It was weird considering they had just met, but no one deserved to be looked over like that.