Hey, nurse, can I get your number?

Ezra grumbled and gave her snark, begrudgingly accepting her order to not try to kill himself with undue strain or stress. She shot him a deadly glower with a smart of her own, a look that said "If you don't kill yourself being stupid, I'll kill you for being stupid." His blasé attitude toward his near-death experience and how he justified his actions by saying he couldn't let her get eaten just made her huff and roll her eyes at him. Of course he could have let her die! Just the same as he felt she could have let him die! This was a two way street between them: either they both needed to be saved or they both could be left to die. Neither wolf was going to be the one to give up on the other, either out of some misguided sense of righteousness or out of sheer stubborn will. She was literally a nobody though; a loner wandering aimlessly through the world. She had no family that would come looking for her or care if she perished, she had no friends or pack or band to look out for, she was just her. Ezra, on the other hand... he had family, he had reasons to live. He shouldn't be so careless with his life.

Oh, but the look of ire that came across Ezra's face when she called him Prince Speckles... now that was priceless! She had somehow found another way to annoy him further. Today was shaping up to be a good day after all! He pouted and insisted he wasn't a prince, and Syanna had been seconds away from teasing him about it further until Ezra tried to sit up and winced in pain before flopping to the bed again. Syanna sat up with a start, but began to relax as he settled. Ezra explained how he wasn't a prince, how he wasn't in line to assume claim to the pack, and how he didn't want any special treatment because his father was the alpha. Syanna stared at him with a bit of surprise. He was serious about all this, all traces of humor gone from his face. This really was something that bothered him. He didn't want to be treated any different due to relations or ranks. She nodded her head; she could understand that.

"Okay, no Prince Speckles then," she agreed, but shot him a wicked grin and added, "but Speckles stays." She tittered to herself, unable to resist teasing him at his expense any chance she got. Ezra asked what she was going to do once her leg healed and she responded with a sigh. For the past couple of days, that had been the only thing on her mind. What was her next move? Where was she going to go? After being down for weeks, she'd practically be starting fresh again. "I... don't know yet," she answered honestly with a shrug of petite shoulders. "I suppose I could travel north, see what I can find back up in Boreas." Despite her uncertain answer, Ezra began to offer a shy suggestion of his own: stay here with him.

Syanna fixed Ezra with a confused and bewildered look. Stay here in the pack with him? Nervousness overtook Syanna's usual calm demeanor. She hadn't been part of a pack since... She swallowed hard and tried to look away from Ezra, but she couldn't move. His big, pleading eyes held her gaze like a hypnotist. "I... Stay...?" She tried to regain control of her stammering so she didn't look like he'd completely shorted her brain out. "I mean, do you even have the authority to offer that, not-prince?" She was deflecting, using her sarcasm and humor to hide her anxiousness and uncertainty. Stay in the pack with him? Did she even belong here? Would she fit in? So many questions ran through her mind, foremost why he was even suggesting this in the first place. "Why are you offering me this...?"

"Syanna Alluráin"