To a room with some lace and paper flowers

"I'm not violent without reason." Reaper reassured her. It was true that he was capable of great violence. He had preformed many Carnages and a sacrifice. He had participated in many spars. This didn't make him a bad wolf in his own eyes. It was just another part of life to him. But he wasn't violent without cause, he didn't drive pleasure from causing others pain unless they truly deserved it.

When Mae explained how she ended up here and her home, Reaper tilted his head curiously. She had also been separated from everything she knew. He could tell she was taking it hard by her bent posture and the tears leaving her eyes. He moved closer to her, offering her a gentle nudge with his muzzle. His nose pushing the tear away from her cheek gently if she allowed it. "You're not alone in this." He told her. They were the same in their situation. He understood how she was feeling. "I'm sure your family misses you as much as you miss them." He cooed softly. He already missed his family deeply. He knew she had to as well.