Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

He didn't comment on luck, but instead moved onto homes. Her hopes rose at his first comment, but as he went on it fell - he would leave her again when she was safe. Before she had a moment to interject, he stated he needed to find his sister - and there was not a word in the word Grace would have said against that. 

                 "I understand - I would not keep you from your sister. I'm glad you're willing to help me, at the very least."

Pausing, the russet yearling looked down at her foreleg - the one that now sported a nicely sized gash oozing blood and matting her fur - and shook her head before taking the last couple of bites from her meal. She would have been much worse had he not found her. Smiling again and swallowing the meat, she looked back up.

                                      "I probably would have been a lot more beat up than this if I ever got off this damn stretch. Thank you, for coming to help."