Well she shouldn't have expected more from him- she couldn't use full sentences from him and shouldn't have expected a more detailed answer in return. He didn't look too forlorn when he said the words, though, so she assumed he was fairly comfortable being on his own. She struggled to find something else to say- she'd originally planned on asking about family- that was a simple word to- but she decided against it for the moment. If he didn't have a pack, he probably didn't have a family around here. There was always a reason a wolf left their family, and not all wolves really wanted to talk about it.

She was surprised when he suddenly stood and began to walk away, and opened her mouth to say something when she saw him lower his head and began to sniff the ground. Her ears flicked forward and she scanned the horizon for any sign of life, and had begun to tail along behind him when she caught sight of the rabbit. The hunter in her made her tuck herself closer to the ground into a stalking pose, but Kassander was already on it. The ungrateful thief in her considered shooting past him to catch the rabbit herself- but she didn't. This was a young fellow- somewhere around Gent's age, she assumed- and he was on his own. Besides that, he was larger than she and following her incident with Maksim, she wouldn't be so willing to fight a wolf who was larger than her- or a male- so soon.

Obediently, though, he brought the rabbit back to her. He gave her an unsure look, as though he was looking for some sort of reaction from her and all he got for a moment or two was blatant surprise. She'd done nothing for him, but she supposed perhaps that he simply sensed that she was of a higher rank, given that she was a pack wolf and she was older. Her features softened. "You're kind," She said quietly, and looked down at the rabbit, feeling almost disappointed in herself. She was greedy; she'd stolen from lesser wolves in the past, and had lied to get a meal from others before as well. She set her jaw and stepped back from the rabbit. "It's yours." She said, tone firm. "Thank you, but...I have a pack. I'll be alright." She said. Though winter had drawn to a close and spring had begun to shine, the prey situation was almost as dire as it had been in the depths of winter. She couldn't take food from someone who didn't have a home.

She felt somewhat uncomfortable when he looked at her for a moment and then pushed the food toward her. She wanted to back up and get further away from the meal that was offered, but there was a conviction in his eyes- though he didn't lift them to meet hers directly- that made him seem all the more adamant that she take the food. He seemed convinced that she should have it, though there was no reason for him to be so kind. Had he looked somewhat reluctant or as though he felt obliged to feed her, she would have had an easier time refusing him, but there was something earnest about his offering and stubbornness.

When he spoke, albeit slowly, it was in the form of a full sentence and she had to smile when she saw how surprised he was. She laughed softly when a look of complete victory came to his features and she nodded, thumping her tail on the ground softly as though to applaud him. She found his positive attitude contagious, and in that moment she was able to forget about her woes and finally moved forward to claim the rabbit. "Alright, you're right," She said with a nod, and made short work of the rabbit. She only realized how hungry she was when she started eating, and it took her less than a minute to wolf the small meal down before she sat, licking her lips. "Thank you," She said, lowering her head to show her gratitude. "You're very kind."

Somehow, that felt inadequate, but she hoped it would please him. He was indeed very thoughtful and respectful, but wondered, still, if Hollowheart Keep was a good fit for him. The wolves of the Keep were ruthless, and she wouldn't want to see his positive and charitable attitude ruined. She wanted to invite him to come visit the pack with her- but knew that it was not a good idea. They were supposed to be secretive, and she still felt fairly certain that Kassander was perhaps too soft-hearted to be happy with them. "I'm looking for my son," She said, finally returning to the point she'd wanted to make earlier. "He is lost."

The concern Kassander showed, as soon as she admitted that her son was missing, was tangible. She was surprised to hear that he knew a word like 'appearance,' but was pleased all the same. It meant that he was interested in keeping an eye open for him, and this was much appreciated. She told herself, then, that she would have to find Kassander again to thank him, bring him something to eat as a sort of token of her appreciation, even if he didn't manage to find her son. She already owed him for the meal and for distracting her from her sadness, for putting a smile back on her features which had been grim for so long.

"Exactly like me," She said. "Grey, black; he has blue eyes," She said, speaking slowly and clearly so that he could understand. She knew that if he wanted to learn English, proper English would have to be spoken to him, but it was more important right now that he understand what she was saying than that she teach him a few new words. "Almost one year old," She added, remembering that age was also a factor. This was spoken with a tinge of regret; she knew that his age would also be a factor in his survival, if he'd even lived this long. He also asked for her son's name and she heaved a small sigh. "Mercy." She said. Neither of them had a surname, so she had no way of specifying that. And though she knew they weren't to give away their location, she had to give him some direction, should he find her son. "We live in the North," She said, hoping he would understand what that meant.

She felt somewhat surprised when he immediately pledged to look for her son, and stood up, somewhat bewildered when he abruptly said his goodbye, and whirled on his nimble heels before he was off. She couldn't even get a word out; perhaps she had misjudged him. If he was this willing to serve, he might have done well in Hollowheart Keep. He didn't seem reluctant at all to help her- in fact, it seemed as though he took the role on as a duty, and he was certainly eager to fulfill it. She watched him go wordlessly, marvelling at the kindness of a complete stranger- one with whom she hadn't even had a complete conversation. It struck her, then, in an odd moment of epiphany, that not all wolves were like her; not all simply wanted to take and give nothing back. It seemed like this young wolf was exactly the opposite- one who on impulse helped others without thinking about themselves.

This being said, while she was slightly inspired, she knew that this was not the sort of life she could pursue. She felt indebted to the loyal young male, and would do her best to seek him out again if she could, so she could repay him in a very rare show of gratitude. Sagacity did not like owing debts to wolves, certainly ones who weren't of her pack. But if she could find him again, she thought she might try and see if he would suit the Keep; she wouldn't have minded having him around, certainly not if he was so willing to please. Touched, she turned and headed back to Hollowheart Keep, still somewhat in disbelief.