A thousand silhouettes

Lupa thought about that question for a bit. Tried to see things for Dante's eyes. Half of her would say to suck it up, deal with it, and leave, while the other was more consoling and willing to let Silver stay for as long as her ankle would heal. But of coarse, that was only her idea. It was Dante's decision. "I will speak with Dante as soon as I can. I'm sure that he'll let you take shelter. And I'll find a healer for you as soon as I can. But until then, you can rest in my den, but let me warn you, its just a hole in the ground." She was willing to care for the snowy white wolf for as long as needed. But first she needed to see Pura. She wanted to give the Blackfeather Wood wolves a piece of her mind, but she didn't want to go alone. Pura was the most menacing, ruthless wolf she had met here. She knew that he was a cannibal, and other people would say he was a monster. But Lupa was used to being by wolves with no heart. She was born into a world full of them. "Common, lets go." With that, she lifted her rump out of the stinging cold water, and offered Silver her shoulder for balance.