who's turn is it to save who now?

He slumped down until he was lying on the floor. He didn't think he'd be leaving any time soon, though the vulnerability of the situation was almost a physical pain across his coat. He looked at her then, and realised she was moving. He watched her silently as she approached him, and curled up with him. Once she was settled, he let his head rest on her back. She felt so warm and alive against him, and he found that frightening, too. But he didn't protest. Even if this made it harder to say what was stewing in his thoughts. 


"My parents told me that friends make you weak, vulnerable." He said, his voice soft and quiet. The usual gravel seemed to smooth out of his voice for a moment. He found he… wanted her to understand, or at least know. "There were three other siblings in my litter. My mother culled my sister, because she was small, and when my two brothers showed signs of weakness, she culled them, too." He knew by now that her upbringing was vastly different from his own. Her experiences were almost alien to him. Would she understand what he was saying? Her mother would have killed him for this friendship.