brave as a noun

Her heavy shrug, ill matched to the delicate constitution of the young girl, triggered a pang of sympathy in his chest. Little Zoey explained that her parents had taught her all they could so that she could survive on her own- probably trying to keep her from being lost to the plague after they'd gone. A slight frown crossed his features until he schooled his features into something more neutral. He nodded lightly in understanding, more than familiar with the tactic. His own father had done the same before he'd vanished into the night, never to return. If your kids can hunt, and they're in a pack that will care for them, parenting is optional apparently. At the very least, her expression seemed to brighten at the mention of the chance to learn more. The tiny, sad smile turned into something a little warmer. She asked if she could learn more about bugs and animals, to which he hesitated for only a moment. A small smile of his own crossed his features, crinkling at the corners of his lightly glowing eyes. "I'm sure we can find someone to do that," he replied with a chuckle.

Heaving himself to his massive paws, the giant tipped his head towards the crumbling hole in the wall that he'd used to enter in the first place. "Come on, if we get moving we can probably make it there by sunset. We'll see what Theory has to say." he offered, lifting one of those pale paws to gesture for her to lead the way out. This was one last chance to back out, if she so chose. He didn't want to consider how Theory was going to feel about him arriving with his second orphan since the Long Night, but he didn't think she'd complain about more students.