Lost Creek Hollow without you

She looks away, back to the way she’d been originally heading and evidently unthaws. She starts to walk away from him. Though Wardruna is unsure if he’s gotten a rouse from her, a spark of what she appears to be rather devoid of, she certainly manages to get a rouse from him. He is stalled for only a moment before he recovers and follows after her with swift purpose. She cannot just… walk away from him! He’s chosen her! He lets out a low snort of displeasure wondering how pathetic he must look chasing after her like some puppy. Yet wishes to tread carefully, not wanting to upset the debt he owes to Valette and her Easthollow. Wardruna does not want to upset the foundations he’s begun to lay there: the sanctuary they promised him. He needs them….much more than they need him. He is not ignorant: he knows this. Accepts it even. But he wants her: this hollowed out, lithesome creature that has intrigued him. “Come with me,” The northerner implores, treading with clever care around the demand he desires to make. “You do not smell of pack. The Alpha, my Alpha, she is kind. She accepted me. She will accept you.” It’s not exactly a promise he had any room to make, and he doubts in honesty his word as such a new member will be of any worth to Valette. Still, Wardruna tries. His objective has shifted from it’s original purpose and he intends to pursue this. The food can wait.