Her silence told him that she was at least considering what he said and giving it some thought. That was good. She had lost herself there for a while after the death of their mother; she had never mentioned it directly but it had been obvious enough just in her appearance and her manner. Now he could see the improvement, the fitness of her frame returning, the luster to her coat, the brightness in her green eyes. The last thing he wanted was to come across her again, alone and practically broken, barely surviving and with no one to lean on. He would have much rather had her attempt the same transition into a different pack with him than find her like that another time.
Even she admitted to there being soundness to his worry. Hearing it from her mouth, knowing she agreed and hearing that seed of doubt within her voice, he tried to gently push his offer, hoping she would not grow tired of his worrying or dismiss his claims. "Without a leader you can count on to defend you, I bet there's plenty of others thinking the same. You'll put yourself in danger staying with someone who can't protect you." Not that he knew too much about the leader of Valhalla, but she had managed to bring her pack safely through a war. That at least counted for something. "Promise me you'll come find us? At least to visit? You don't have to decide anything, but at least come see the place."
