needy, needy, needy

So the woman didn't know what she was looking for, this struck Basilia as odd. Normally if she did something she knew why and for what she was doing it for. It hardly seemed right that they would be asking questions of her given that they had many to ask themselves.

Basilia agreed that it was an odd place to try and rest, a rather precarious one at that too. But when a wolf travels long in the cold they stop caring about where they choose to sleep. "If you had been through this cold with few breaks you wouldn't think it was that odd."