The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

Siarut returned her playful nudge with one of his own as he leaned more into her then in the tree, offering her a connection not many outside his family possesed. Her body language spoke of her uncertainty, and he felt for the woman, he really did. He had never been lost in the way she now found herself, he always had a purpose. Even leaving his parents had had a purpose. 

"Being aimless is not without its pitfalls." Siarut empathized with the woman that was wiggling her way into his circle of friends. "I have found my place, somewhat." He gave a slight shrug, "I joined Blackfeather Woods, as I told you of last time." He didn't elaborate on his being in the particular place at this particular moment, mostly because he didn't want to dampen her mood any further. 

Although seeing her need for contact earlier, as she sat alongside him, Siarut knew she couldn't stay a lone wolf forever. "You can't stay a lone wolf forever Speedy." It was a statement that gave no infliction about what she should or shouldn't do. "It doesn't fit your personality." He grinned at her, and gave her another nudge, his scentence was playful, but there was a hint of truth in his statement.