know your place

Shalla watched him shake away the heavier droplets of water. The floor of her den was nearly completely soaked at this point. She was thankfully he spared her a full shake, the babe was reasonable until someone splashed icy water in her direction. Her eyes drifted to the doorway that was now almost fully blocked. Debris piled high to protect them all from the raging storm. The Wolves commrades laid near the mouth of the den, resting while they could.

Her hesitant gaze settled back on the damp monster as he responded to her question. Not only was he a member but she was face to face with the pack's leader. Shalla felt the desire to shrink but the gal remained still. "The Armada. A powerful name." She looked over him then, he looked to be a powerful Wolf despite the wet fur clinging to his muscular form. Even without thick fur his form could swallow her's. As he asked her a question Shalla let out a small sigh.

Shalla wiggled a bit and twisted to grip one of her furs with her teeth. Instincts told her this was a bad move but she could not watch him sit there suffering with wet fur in the cold. The dainty fae then stood, remaining lowered to the earth, as she took steps towards him. The chill hit her quickly as she was removed from her furs. Eyes of sunshine stared up into his as she silently offered the beast a pelt. It was too small for him but if he wrapped it around his shoulders and laid down he'd be able to work up a bit of heat. Better then nothing, she figured. Shalla pointedly avoided his question and hoped her offering was enough distraction for him to not take offense.