Bramblepoint that ring on her finger is silver not gold, but i've got a plan to fix that

He had cleared only apple and started working on another. Although he halted his snacking to roll one over to Shisu should she desire another bitter treat. Her answer didn’t seem very deep and he supposed he couldn’t fault her. Everyone, even himself sometimes, wanted to belong somewhere.

Interesting. He lazily commented as his gaze settled on the fruit littered ground. Although you don’t strike me as someone who’d live in a scary place. Especially willingly. His shoulders shrugged as he bit off another piece of the aging apple. She seemed too soft and delicate. Behemoth had to wonder if maybe she was some kind of slave or captor to the woods pack. That was the only way he could see her living in a scary place.