Dragoncrest Cliffs Cut me loose

So it had nothing to do with him at all, then. Warbone ignored the urge to turn towards her again. Whether she realized it or not, the wolf had favored her since the moment he'd set eyes on her. A lone wolf sharing his meal in winter (even the tail end of it) was a big deal, and he considered it as such. He didn't expect her to be grateful or anything or the sort, nor did he imagine that their bond was an unbreakable one, but he didn't see her in the same manner he regarded other wolves. While he felt anyone could be a victim of his wrath, Wildfire was excluded from that list— Gyda, too, if he thought about it.

Maybe it had something to do with their size...

The air picked up, buffeting his chin as he lifted his head against the blast of salt and sea air. He swore he was getting damp. It was a while before he decided to respond. "Then I understand," was all he said at first, and then he breathed deep, taking long blinks at the watery horizon. "And it would seem that we are again at odds. You, a loner, and I, now Warbone of Sleeping Dragon." He looked at her again, and though he wanted to ask her why she was alone, he thought better of it, and simply gave his opinion instead:

"you should not have to be alone."