Silvertip Mountain [m]Snuggled up

Zaria seemed willing to talk about it, though she made it clear that she now believed different. FitzDutiful nodded, showing that he wouldn't judge her by the words she said next. However hard it may be, he would try his best even as she said that he might not like it. Before she continued he made sure to reassure her. "I want to know you.".

Her story started with the tale of them travelling, the concept was strange to FitzDutiful a wolf pack without borders? One that travelled with a herd instead? He had never believed in a god and struggled to understand how a wolf could feel safe and secure without having a place to call their own. He supposed it must be similar to family being your home instead of a pack specifically, but with his sentiment of family being pack he struggled with that concept too.  Zaria continued it to explain that her father was protective and wouldn't let her express herself before quickly taking the subject to captives and slaves. With this he stiffened ever so slightly, this was who she had been?

Letting that pass, he continued with her on her journey through an overprotective father and never being able to prove she was good. FitzDutiful stayed silent throughout, wondering how a culture could believe females inferior. Females brought new life into the world, they nursed them and life could not survive without them. Even after birth, the new generation relied upon a female. If anything males were inferior to them and that was why he felt great respect for all the females he knew. A predetermined mating had also been on the cards for her. This wasn't uncommon from his past, though it was never forced if the two intended did not get along with each other.

Her story began to come to an end, she finished it by comparing her new life to her old and saying she much preferred it on Silvertip and he smiled. Despite all the things about slaves and captives, she had shown no inclination to do that here. He didn't know about the poisonings, but he had given permission for the rotting carcass to be left somewhere obtainable, was there a chance he would have approved if it was known?

He felt like he needed to say something after she finished, after she expressed a desire to stay warm with him. This was the opportunity he had been looking for but he was very unsure if he could do it. After all her history, would she think he was demanding her from his position as alpha? He had thought about it, once upon a time, that he could have his pick of women but it had only been a fleeting thought that he had never really taken seriously.

"I like to stay warm with you too," he said softly, less she think he hadn't picked up on that. "Is there anything from your culture you miss? I want you to be truly happy here, I want to make you happy and I don't want you to give up everything to stay here." He would be willing to cede part of himself to her culture if she asked it of him. The slaves he had an issue with, the captives he might be able to compromise with, but there was a chance she wanted to keep other aspects too - religion, ceremonies, that sort of thing. After all, he had brought his own naming ceremony here for his children to experience and pass forwards.