Emberwood Not The Plan

Nova's ghost eyes focused on him, relishing in every word. He found USE in her, even the small jobs. However, it was nothing she didn't love. She enjoyed caring for pups, especially telling them stories and watching their imaginations run wild. She didnt even realize her tail had started wagging behind her at the thought, nor the small and honest smile on her lips. Her fears had been calmed by this stranger, and she appreciated it even if he claimed to be selfish. She was sure he was, but she'd already accepted her own flaws. She, too, could be selfish and WAS incredibly vain. She, however, was the kind of wolf to always stop and see if someone were to need help. If she'd have stumbled in on her own predicament, she'd have done much the same as Warbone: offering to clean the wounds, offer whatever sort of help she could give, be it food, healing, or something else. It was just how she was. Not that there weren't bad times, far from. She'd come to find Grace after having to deal with some old threat, though it was likely that adventure wouldnt ever be spoken of. 
                  "Thank you, Warbone. Your words mean a lot, as have your actions today towards me. Would you ever need my help, I would be honored to do what I can. Have you found any places that might suit your heart, to settle your future pack?"
She had no doubts in her mind that he would one day have a thriving pack of his own, and little thoughts were pushing into her head, subconsciously pushing her to join the young male.