Who I Will Be

The man introduced himself as Razo, his voice hoarse and low. Still the man seemed uneasy, wary of speaking to her. How strange, since he seemed to still outweigh her and no doubt had more skill in battle, based on the scars littering his body. He told her he was fine, just tired. She nodded in acknowledgement, though she wasn't assured of such a fact. Most wolves when they were tired stopped and took a nap, instead of risking a foreign place with an unsound mind and weary paws. But she did not question, instead the immense femme simply smiled. "Well would you like me to find us something to eat? Or would you rather I left you alone so you can sleep?" She asked, her voice kind as ever as she tilted her cranium quizzically, ruby gaze fixed upon the face of her temporary companion. She would gladly help out the exhausted man, since there was no point in leaving him to starve to death if he didn't want her to.