Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

For the millionth time he was startled by how small she was. Pressed flush against his chest she actually looked up at him who while tall for his age still had not reached the admirable height he'd stand at one day. Her apology startled him and he looked down catching her eyes and remembering what it had been like to stare up at her when he was a kid. They were soft, round and feminine...ironically more green than Clay's were. Everything about her was unlike him except the brown and white in their fur from her size to the lack of strength in every way on her body....yet she wished she could have saved him? The visions of what Vengeance would have done with a woman like her was graphic enough that his reply came out sharper than meant "I saved myself and everyone in that decrepit place. It wasn't fun but I have very few regrets" he wasn't the most humble but he held firm to his belief that the wolves in Nightwalkers gave birth and raised their kids the best they had only because he'd thrown himself wholeheartedly into ensuring it happened. It wasn't the most surprising thing to hear that Hydra had already sent her away but it left him unsure what to do and brought him discomfort with allowing her to walk off. "Can you hunt?You don't look good and I know what being half starved and more feels and looks like. I can send you to two other places but you need something to show worth being given a home" once again he pushed at her silver eyes sharp and prying into hers.