Duskfire Glacier the soldier's minute

for a moment wintersbane's thoughts are muddled; mind unfocused. he is thinking ahead and looking back and weighing the things that he'd done right and the things that he'd done wrong. he gives a small start when she speaks again, breaking the brief silence that had settled over them and allowed his mind to wander. 

glacial gaze searches her face for a moment; contemplating. i'd appreciate the help with my leg. wintersbane speaks after a moment. in the distance a branch breaks from the weight of heavy, wet snow upon it and the sound makes him jump. in the aftermath, despite it having been a few days, he was still very 'fight or flight' and knowing he couldn't fight mother nature all that was left was to run.

except, he holds his ground. he's tired of running, tired of wandering. tired.

you can stay... help found the pack, if you want. wintersbane offers. it's up to you. it was work, after all and not always work that wolves were willing to put into it; and he understood. it was much easier to join an established pack than try to help a fledgling pack take flight; and understanding that, he does not dare fault anyone for it.