Haunted Wood whistlin' past the graveyard

He pulled away, leaving the girl staring after him, cold already settling back into her pelt. He was fire and anger, but at least he offered her sleep. Was that not easiest? She wondered, dimly, what exactly was happening to her. The world had felt heavy for a long time, now, but it felt like a weight she could not hope to bear, now. Yes, easiest, maybe, to simply sleep until she felt numb all over. 

And yet he spoke still, words angry and loud, these ones hitting home. Vaati was the only one who wanted her, not even the pack she was supposed to lead did not. She'd failed, completely and utterly, all those she'd known. The boy was moving away, now, his rage tangible. She stared after him a moment before lurching to her feet, swaying as she blinked away the dizziness and the hurt. Somehow, the knowledge that her life had been reduced to fading away in a snowbank had some survival instinct spring to life, perhaps driven by the fact that she had nothing to lose, not anymore. "wait"  She breathed, sluggish mind working on just how she'd keep the boy here if he even decided to pause a moment longer.