Neverwinter Forest Phantom of borrowed life,

He stared at her for a moment, trying to keep his features from softening, and likely ended up looking like he'd smelled something foul in the process of keeping a kindly smile from his features. He sniffed, the air squealing a bit as it passed through his broken nose, and nodded once. Well, she didn't look like she was dying anymore, and he couldn't help but amuse himself with the thought that he'd potentially had something to do with that. Not that he'd say as much, or that he wanted anyone to acknowledge that he'd basically been a hero. 

When she requested that he sit with her he oggled her for a moment as though she'd sprouted another head. He'd basically saved her life and now she was asking him to do more for her? He'd helped her voluntarily before- and that was more than what he generally did. For him to go out of his way to help another wolf was a huge inconvenience for him, and he often begrudged others when they actually had the gall to ask him to do something. So he had to tell himself that this was his idea, and that he wanted to do it. He didn't move toward her, but gazed off into the distance, with an aloof air. He shuddered. "S'getting colder." He stated with a firm nod. There, now he had a reason to go and sit next to her. He wanted to steal her warmth. 

So he stiffly paced to her side and plonked his hindquarters down next to hers without an ounce of grace, and yawned as he slouched, and then slid to the ground, curling one forepaw against his chest. He leaned against her side, shuffling in so that he could get comfortable and smacked his lips as he purposefully gazed off intot he distance, content to share the space so long as he could more or less ignore the fact that he was being a good samaritan.