Things you can't change

Surviving was something that Kai knew all too well. Everything he did, for the most part, was to ensure his own survival - even staying in Winterfell for as long as he had, had been something he'd decided to do for his own benefit. Having an entire pack at his heels, if he decided to flee, wasn't at all ideal. Making one enemy was fine, even two was doable, but dozens? He wasn't quite sure that the odds would be in his favor then, and while he was a fool at times, he wasn't that big of a fool. Ensuring he was able to eventually life the life he had been was of utmost importance, and he silently had vowed to himself never to help another soul again, unless there was something in it for him - or unless it was painfully obvious it wasn't some kind of damned trap.

His thoughts seemed to abruptly jerk back to the presence when he noticed that he wasn't alone. Eyes narrowed, lids mostly concealing his silver gaze as he got a better look at her. She wasn't a terribly small thing, though compared to him she seemed quite tiny, hardly a threat at all. He tilted his head as he got a better look at her. The name she offered him - he supposed it was a name, anyway - was a strong name. It reminded him of the north, of the culture he belonged to. "Kai Jarvela," he returned his own name, including his surname in the off-chance she'd heard it before. It was more likely that she hadn't, but there was always a slim chance. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" Maybe a distraction wouldn't be such a bad thing. Kai raised a brow, tilting his head a bit further as he regarded her curiously.