PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

He watched her carefully. Her words began to spill out. "I-I- I didn't mean to trespass-I had no idea there was a pack here now. . . . I have real depression, so just leave me alone! Maybe you don't know what that is, I don't care. Just please get off of me! Please . . . it's just a personal thing . . . I lost my children . . . their father doesn't want to be with me anymore . . ." He sighed, shaking his head as he looked to the ground beside her.

"Your depression is real and valid. I'm deeply sorry for your loss of your children. But you need to understand that you cannot run into lands unknown unaware like that, if you hadn't have killed yourself someone else could have easily picked you off. We're very close to Hawthorne territory, and they're bloodsuckers who'd likely kill you in an instant for stepping over their walls without an invitation." He grumbled. He turned his head back to her. "What happened with the father?" He asked, his temper beginning to soothe but he refused to get off of her. "I'm not going to leave you alone, or get off of you. Not yet. You've mistakenly crossed my path, and my borders into my safe place - My home. So you must tell me what I want to know, and I'll consider letting you live here or go." He said.

Her mental state certainly would not be one for a soldier, but just maybe he could get some children out of her. She was old enough, not necessarily his type but strong looking. She had wings, so maybe he could pass his genes off to make some sort of hybrid with her. He spoke once more. "Breathe. I am not going to kill you, I just saved you after all. If I wanted you dead I would've let you plunge into that spear. Tell me your name - And tell me what happened to the father. Maybe he should be taught a lesson or two."

Beartooth;