Lorcan's attempt to soften the blow changed nothing about Craw's decision, which had already been made. It didn't stop him from continuing to play hardball, making it look as though he were weighing the pros and cons of the situation, just to keep the avalanche-survivor on her toes. Couldn't make it look too easy, as though Whitestone were some walk-in-walk-out public hospital.
But with Odin and Lorcan watching, and aware of their respective vested interests, Craw was reluctant to be too harsh.
Her predictable promises were offered with sugar and apparent sincerity, but he didn't know her, none of them did, and he could not be sure that deception was not one of her talents. Even if she was lying, though, there were benefits to accepting her; it denied their neighbours the opportunity for another member (though on that note, perhaps if he thought the risk too great, making her a drain on their resources was not a bad idea...) and it would give Lorcan another opportunity to hone his skills -
- and as Odin spoke up, one of Craw's ears twisting backwards to listen even as his eyes never left the white loner's face, his lingering indecisions were cast aside.
Craw glanced to Lorcan, brows raised just enough to convey the question of whether or not the medic consented. While he hadn't imagined a life of healing and plants for Odin, it was fair to let the boy explore all avenues before making any decisions about his future.
"If Lorcan agrees," was his response to his son, leaving the rest in the medic's capable paws. Craw trusted Lorcan completely, there were no issues there.
The matter of the woman's fate was still yet to be verbally resolved, and so Craw sighed as his yellow gaze returned to her own gold one, his only concern now being whether or not her fur colour was going to be a problem.
"My mate is welcome to overrule this decision," he said at length, the tone of his voice and body language indicating which way he was going to swing,
"but you may shelter with us as you heal, and then we will see how good your word is. Until then, consider yourself a Whitestone wolf - but as Lowest, until you're able to pull your weight. If you have a problem with that, you know how to leave. What is your name?"
Once her name was obtained, he would turn away, verdict given, and paused only to speak softly to Lorcan;
"Use the old coyote den partway up the track to shelter her; I don't want her on top with the rest of us unless Morganna consents to it." With that, he would make his way back to the monadnock, and let the woman's rescue party either continue to help her up or follow him as they chose. Nipping at Odin's cheek on the way past, Craw made a note to find her again later and learn more about the wolf who was going to be living on the rock with them. First things first, he needed to warn his mate that they had just acquired a parasite - though he was playing his cards in the hope that she would not remain that way for long. If she was true to her word, she'd climb out of the Lowest spot very quickly.