He nodded his head gravelly as she spoke of digging it out further, and knew he wouldn’t not back out on a promise. He never did, unless circumstances offered him no other choice. “Yes, her comfort comes first” he agreed, uncomfortable right then at the mention of Deathbelle, and ventured no further words on her. He was trying very hard not to think too hard about her. Because of this, his words likely lacked some of their devoted zeal.
She agreed to accompany him, and losing some of his spark as thoughts of Deathbelle chased him, the Titan would turn from her den. He moved further into the ravine, in the opposite direction of their Mistress’s den, and began to walk quietly besides the gently burbling creek.
He walked in silence for a time, before turning and looking to the shorter wolf beside him. “What was your life like, before you came here?” he asked. It occurred to him to wonder what life she might be fleeing, that would choose to become a slave.