Wherever the Wind Blows

A wolverine she hadn’t first noticed would rise up in response to her presence, its tone threatening, protective. She took no offense to that, understanding the urge. Anyone would feel it, seeing this damaged woman. The stranger quieted the wolverine, before speaking herself. Shaye’s eyes narrowed at the comment. She sounded.. Well, she sounded like a wolf that had curled up in a quiet corner to die.
Shaye was having none of it

“That may be so, but this is hardly a nice place for a quiet rest.” she tapped the stone in front of her. “This a cold and unforgiving place to make a den. My pack isn’t far from here, would you turn down a meal and a warmer den to bed down in? My borders are always open” she said gently, through she didn’t yet come any closer, she took the warning from the wolverine seriously.