Altar of Twilight Get cool, boy

He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped a bit closer to press his chest against hers, and felt some of his guilt and worry slide from his shoulders as she nestled her muzzle against the crook of his throat. She was going out of her way to help him, which was well beyond what he would have expected, especially considering that she only really knew him and Hydra. Her pack owed absolutely nothing to him- save for, perhaps, the one time where he had fought off a badger on the borders to keep one of Mal's many wandering children safe. But he doubted very much that Vallkyrie was helping him now because of a debt owed on behalf of one of Mal's naughty youngsters. 

"I appreciate that," He said, echoing his earlier sentiment. She pulled away to look around, and he breathed another sigh, as the cool air made its way between them again. "I can't keep you from your pack, though. Do they know where you went?" He asked. There was a chance, after all, that the Neverwinter wolves had taken notice of the landslide, and if Vallkyrie had disappeared around the same time without notice, then they might think the worst had become of her too. While he did want her to be with him, he didn't want her pack to worry that she might be missing.