Emberwood I put the pedal to the floor

He'd initially thought her coldness was indicative of a need for self-preservation. But in her voice there was a flatness that made her words seem all the more poignant. She was exhausted- long days spent travelling had worn her down. His first instinct was to welcome her in, find her a meal, snd a safe place to sleep. 

But could she be trusted? Was she a spy? Was there a chance she might have been sent to breach their borders so that others might follow and take over the Emberwood? His nose twitched; she smelled like she'd been alone for some time. He considered that he shouldn't be so kind to every stranger that passed by- but he was a sympathetic guy. 

He nodded. "C'mon. We can find you a place to rest. There's kind of a nice spot near the river this way," He had plans for creating a pack resting place deep within the heart of the pack in the lee of the mountain- but reserved for packmates. The place he thought of now was one of his many napping spots. "It's not far," He reassured her, kindly.