He waited for her response as quiet as a mouse. He had quickly learned that pretending to care was the quickest way to get a girl interested, regardless of how droll the conversation may be... but he actually found himself taking a moment to really listen.

The silence of his observation was only broken by the occasional nod or encouraging murmur. Internally he smirked at her admission that she had leapt into it all too soon, but he kept his face as blankly attentive as any caring individual might show. She seemed to shrink in on herself and he painted a look of concern on his handsome features, leaning closer, offering her a shoulder to lean on should she need it.

It seemed this place was a catalyst for the brown girl before him. She had a choice now and as much as he didn’t want to push his luck right now, it was almost as if she was begging for confirmation, and a chance to escape... and once dormant thoughts began to stir in the back of his mind again.

“It’s not that bad...” the silver wolf cooed, she didn’t smell of pups, nor did she have the look of a wolf who had given birth any time recently, which would mean their... partnership was a new one. She wasn’t tied to him completely, yet.

“You’ve still got the chance to leave...” His voice dropped to a whisper, and he leaned closer so she, and only she could hear him. “You wouldn’t even have to say anything to anyone... It’s not exactly hard to vanish in the night...” He would plant the seeds and hope that they would grow. But this one would take time...

The feelings and thoughts of others were something he rarely had to take into consideration, so the feeling that weighed down on her was not something he could relate to... With the exception of that one time... He had bounced from place to place carefree, with very few ties to anyone for all of his life... ever since his parents had so politely requested his absence from their territory.

Sure he understood. He had up and left females that were carrying his young, he had up and left while they were sleeping soundly. The only time he had ever given it a second thought was when he had left the Hollow. The silver man was a selfish beast.

Her words concreted his suspicions, although the scent had been enough. Elettra had herself a pack. His face remained passive but he would watch his back amongst the willows to be sure. He had never trusted healers, and was convinced that what they offered was more often poison than a cure... but her next words were the ones that drew a visible response from him.

His heavy head swung from side to side. Out here in the open, where anyone might stumble upon them was really no place to sleep. A small smile crept onto his face as he spied a small stand of trees and nodded his head in the direction of the small amount of cover. He led the way and found a spot relatively sheltered and made himself comfortable, leaving plenty of room at his side for the pretty little thing to make herself at home.