Do what they think that they must

Although she had never bore personal witness to it, Creidne was bothered by mental illness. It was frightening to think of the things someone could be pressured into under the influence of imagined forces. Moreover, in spite of her own sloth, she could sympathize with the idea of losing ones own sovereignty without even the basic will to resist. Ultimately these thoughts brought her back to Jinx, and she pained for the woman. No one deserved the personal hell that she had been given -no one.

Oblivious to the male's paces backwards, Cree regrouped in the conversation with a questioning sound. As previously stated she was somewhat out of it, spent in more ways than one. However, this proved to be to the stranger's benefit as she was more inclined to forget and likewise forgive his previous strangeness. Her thoughts were too occupied with Jinx's all to real possession to be bothered by the ramblings of an everyday weirdo.

"Well good," she responded without flavor. It was always fantastic to note that a packmate was of sound mind and body. Especially in a place like The Spine, where the unusual seemed to occur in spades. In fact, had it not been for her own stubbornness in achieving her own goals, Cree might be amongst the unknown number of wolves considering jumping ship.

Walking past him, but not necessary away from their conversation -she indicated such by giving him a considering glance over the shoulder. If they were both so intent on worrying about things, they might as well put their fretfulness to use. "Then the two of us will reinforce the nearest boarder -come." It was hardly a question, as once again she guessed that she had the better rank between them. Besides, despite his social awkwardness, he seemed as though he may have been even more disturbed when abandoned to his own devices.