Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

"If you insist."

Leigh could tell that there was no use in arguring. Even if she tried, there was no way that Donovan would let her win. He'd probably end up shoving her face into the poor fawn just to win the argument.

But, it was a sweet gesture, and she wasn't going to pass up the meal. She had been starving for some time now, and she quite honestly didn't want to wait anyways. With her smile widening at the wolf's kind words, she lowered her head, opening her maw to dig into the catch. The she-wolf also refrains from overeating, taking just enough to fill herself up, while also making sure not to waste an awful lot of the kill.

Lifting her head once finished, she quickly turned to face Donovan upon hearing his question. Thinking for a short moment, she could only shrug.

"I'm not really sure. It almost felt like something was pulling me here, but now that I've arrived I have no clue where to start. I have no knowledge of the area, no family or friends here."

Pausing, she let out a faint laugh. "I suppose you're my only real friend now."