Sachiel didn’t need anymore convincing—the yearling definitely did not want any of his help. So he shrugged. One shoulder due to defeat, the other to indifference. He wasn’t going to beg and plead for the blonde youth to listen to him. If he didn’t want to be helped Sachiel wasn’t going to offer anymore. He had better things to do—things that didn’t involve miserable strangers. M’kay, he responded with another shrug as he shuffled backward, creating even more distance between himself and the loner. There was nothing else for him to say. It was time the agouti Leigh returned to his previous task and left the injured male to wallow in his injuries. If he changed his mind the blonde could easily track the dark agouti through the snow. But he wasn’t going to test his luck—not without his trusty sidekick.