From the corner of her eye she noticed he sat, but she was staring at his smile. There was comfort found by it. Perhaps its appearance assurance his words were sincere. The lady felt her tail tail gently wag, while her ears perched forward to listen. At this point she didn't think he would say anything that would hurt her, not like the others had. It wasn't until then she realized he was possibly the first wolf she had not known prior she trusted instead of questioned. How much? It was probably not by any means a great amount, but it was there.

White face grew thoughtful, eating up each word, though there was still peace and gratitude lighting up her eyes. Lettie had come to think this,but it didn't hurt to hear it said a loud. Now, maybe when she wondered who she was, who she should be, and what others thought she could remind herself what he had said. The pale wolf was quiet, finding the stag also. She had to half smile about the part of him being a king of his own world. It was the last part. Pride in his life that would stick with her forever. It forced her to see if she was proud of who she was, to hell with the rest of the world. Oh, she was quiet, simply reflecting. If only it was that easy.

Whether it was because she was speechless, or didn't appear as blank as she thought, she caught his verdant gaze upon her. Out of a habit she lightly twitched in surprise and reaction, but settled her haunches to the ground. First her own yellow eyes were careful, always knowing gazes could mean different things. She could see he thought he might have over done it, but instead of guarded there was a softness again to yellow hues Like before when she wished she could convey her thanks. The next look that came in those pools of green made her want to cry because they helped carry the value of what he spoke. They made her miss both sets of parents, because this was something they surely would have told her. The idea a stranger was instead, it made her throat tighten. A combination of homesickness, and surprise he should care. He didn't have to say more, but he did.

Eyes grew hot, moistened, and she made a sound between a sob and laugh. "I'll try," she managed to choke out. This shouldn't be how she reacted. She should have been telling him thank you, it means the world to me with a huge smile. Possibly wagging her tail, not having a break down. Brushing her wet nose against a foreleg, she was the one shaking her head now. She was the one trying to mutter sorry. Barely, she managed to mouth the word, taking in a deep wave of oxygen. When the cool air hit her lungs, she regained better control. Again, took another mouthful, holding it tight. She gave a small laugh, a tiny thing, at herself, then she attempted to smile again. "Thank you, it..it's what I've really needed to hear these past months." Shyly, sight of yellow cast to the ground, something that was another ingrained habit of her wiring. A moment she made sure to breathe in and out,letting silence and time hang in a natural way. When she was sure she wouldn't cry, he would see she was all right she wanted to ask him something.
"Have you always felt proud of yourself?" She made a point to stare at the dirt.