Deepwood Weald arctocephalus

Her silence was more ominous than her flinch. Dutch was glad when she came close after all; while he held her, just loosely, he did not have to control the deep concern on his features. He would need to keep an eye on this girl, and to be on the lookout for anyone who might be coming after her.

Suddenly, he did not think that her brothers would be among them.

"When we get to the glacier, I will show you a safe place to rest," he murmured, because it was all that he could offer her. They would feed her, and they would see if she could hunt. Dutch only hoped that this would be enough to sustain her — this shy and wilting shadow.

He remained until she drew away, and only then would he continue leading her to their home.