Tormented Tarns Can't Slip By

He did not back down and insisted upon accompanying her the entire length of the trip. Luckily she didn't have to worry about bothering him, it seemed, as her need for travel would be an excuse for him to escape from his pack and explore. In the future, she would need to find another reason to depart, or perhaps she would find time to slip away when he was preoccupied. But she didn't have time to think of that now as he turned and gestured for her to follow with a charming smile.

The more and more she meet with the wolves of the Wilds the less worrisome she became about the prospect of them being "savage". Dawson had warned her of their presence but every encounter she had resulted in no harm and often benefitted her. But she thought back to his death and his sacrifice for her. Someone had done that to him, and they were still out there, there were indeed "savages" in these parts.

She returned his smile and elegantly trotted to his side waiting for him to lead the way. Next to him, she had to look up to meet his gaze. His size was intimidating but also comforting. She felt as though if anything were to come for them he would surely be able to defend her. "Lead on"