Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

The male didn't seem too excited about the turn of events and Zarya didn't blame him. The two seemed rather similar in their ways of distrust and silence, both independent natured. Trust had never come easy to the woman, nor had expressing gratitude. Every pack she had been in had been a disaster, why wouldn't this one be? Alas, Legion may be her best chance of survival, and like most, she would do what it took to survive.

Zarya looked at the male, her emerald eyes careful and laced with caution. "If your pack can help me as you say, I shall owe it my life." A nod. She went ahead and expressed her gratitude, a mistake she made when with Diaspora. Her promise was voiced and set in stone; if this pack healed her she would devote all time, effort, and energy into its lasting.