Blackfeather Woods pulling me underneath

He doesn't want to trust her but the hope that he's going home is to strong to ignore. He nods sleepily to her question, hobbles alongside her to the cave entrance, and then pauses. Wait -- wait -- how do I know this isn't a trick? Why am I being set free? Titmouse was a moving target for any of these crazy wolves, and to leave the cave would only give them the reason they need to tear him apart. He was still injured - he'd be slow, an easy kill. Tit wasn't about to be fooled. The dark of the cave shadowed him still, and he watched her carefully, although there was nothing he could do to really stop her from dragging him along.