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Raiden had barely heard her reply to his question about her being here all night, and as it was, he was not entirely confident that he had actually heard it, spoken as softly as it had been. The only tell tale indication that he had not merely imagined her confirmation was the furl of steam that expelled from betwixt her lips. Her next words indicated that she was in no rush, and this caused discontent to settle in Raiden’s chest. While it remained true that he was just a loner such as she, and that he laid no claim to Arrow Lake he did not particularly like the idea of her lingering so close to his den, however temporarily Raiden called it home, all night or for many nights to come for at this rate he wasn’t so sure that she wouldn’t be there for days all for some stupid fish. Arrow Lake was a free territory, and this Raiden acknowledged, but it did not dampen the territorial urgings that brewed in his chest like a storm gathering it’s power and energy. Raiden did not find anything wrong with these territorial instigating(s) for wolves were territorial creatures by basic nature. He could not chase her out, would not because he had no right to do so, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to speed up the processes of getting her away from the proximity of his den if he had an opportunity.
His offer seemed to have done it’s required job and caught her attention, diverting it from the frozen lake and the meal she wanted from beneath the solidified ice surface. Her whisper danced into Raiden’s ears, which had thrust forward to capture her soften spoken words as he took a few more, careful ghosting steps towards her, cautious though they were. Just because he had offered her something from his private cache -- despite that it was not entirely out of the goodness of his heart (Raiden was pretty sure there wasn’t much goodness left in there anyway and that he was living upon a fragile wisp of a hope) -- did not mean that he trusted her. He knew nothing about her - not even her name, though to be fair he had not offered her his, either. Young Raiden was, he was hardly incompetent. He was intelligent, resourceful, and practical. Then again, he had done things that young pups should never be forced to do; done horrible things and enjoyed doing them. Afraid that the memories of carnage and pleasure he had been conditioned to feel might awaken Ripper. It was a delicate line Raiden balanced.
There was a secondary reason why he did not want her lingering around into the night. Raiden feared the night and preferred to suffer through it far away from others. The more distance, the better.
"I will take you to it." Raiden replied simply, as sea blue eyes studied her again, wondering why she had inquired about directions to his private cache as if he was going to give her directions and allow her to go unescorted so she could take whatever she pleased from it? Though that may not have been her intentions, Raiden was suspicious nevertheless. He had offered the rest of the sickly fawn - nothing more than that. It was a nice little cache he had managed to scrounge up, and he did not intend to share majority of it’s contents. The consideration was briefly noted that he probably should make a new cache somewhere else after she departed Arrow Lake, in case any ideas might have been given. Raiden did not run a pack and the cache was not a free-for-all.