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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900"><b>Okomi</b> </span></span>​</div><br/>Even though the injured Holly wasn't keen on returning back to her familiar territory, at least now she was gaining a plus one, a potential friend and another wolf that could actually show her the ropes without being a complete asshole about it. Whether it was surprising or not to Okomi, he was grateful to have another chance at talking with her. With<i>most </i>of the gang out of the way, they didn't have to worry about the tension from earlier. Okomi acknowledged the other female's presence, but her aura and influence meant little significance to him. His focus was on the headstrong Holly, and right now, the circumstance wasn't working in either's favor. For Holly, it was that reluctance in letting another step into taking care of her. It was as if she had a wall up to hide her vulnerabilities, a default defense mechanism to protect oneself. Though by the way she presented from her body language, he could tell she was apprehensive. He knew she wasn't going to be flying into his arms. That would have been strange coming from her, and all he had to do was study her for a little while. His gesture was unnatural, but at least it was better than moving on ahead pretending not to care about her well-being in the cold.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900"><i>Wish there was a way for Freya to take off, but a loyal subordinate never leaves her post. Oh well, better to talk with a single wolf here rather than having all three monitor me,</i> </span>he thought, never breaking his cautious stare at the striking brunette. Then, she winced and the next thing she knew, Holly was being whisked away into the Arapaho's arms, carrying her like a princess. He didn't care if she felt embarrassed; her stubborn nature was no match for his strength. Since Freya didn't have a formidable presence, she wouldn't put much input and didn't bother to interject. A low growl was only exclusively heard when he brought her frame up, pressing her left side closer to his chest. It was meant as a subtle warning, for there was no telling if she would try to escape his grasp, but hoped for her reluctant compliance.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">"There's nothing to be ashamed about Holly,"</span>he glanced briefly at her facade, getting a better look at her expressive brown eyes, wondering in curiosity how she took to him holding her. The ends of his long black hair tickled her left shoulder; he was firm, yet gentle making sure she was comfortable just enough to eliminate he trying to fidget her way out. Freya advanced ahead of them, but she wouldn't totally be out of the picture. She was just far enough to where the two would be able to share their exchanges through soft-spoken words. As long she wasn't eavesdropping or interrupting their conversation every five minutes, Okomi didn't have a problem.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900"><i>Hmm, She weighs hardly anything, </i>he thought as his arms began to guide her form up until his lips were close to her ear with light breath permeating around it. <i>She'll need to start training, especially if she is to earn her rank and spot within the pack. I'll teach her how to hunt since it's crucial for us to be surviving these winter months. </i>Before Holly could try to assess what Okomi was planning, his quickened, hushed words came at her ear. </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900"><br/>
"I know how to heal you, Holly. You'll need to play dumb for a little while. My ability isn't some easy magic trick if you're thinking that. I'll use my healing ability as my way to be accepted into your pack. Not only will you not have to worry about being in pain for an extended period of time, but it should expedite things much quicker. But, I should caution you--there is a side effect: I will be able to enter your mind, which will allow me to see into your past and how you are currently feeling."</span>He paused for a moment and began to follow after Freya before regaining his train of thought.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: left"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">"I'll let you think about it before you make your decision."</span> The Native American offered her a smile and eased off gently. His pace accelerated as his worn shoes hit the soft snow, on guard for any suspicious activity. They weren't exactly out of the red just yet. They were technically in Okagi's territory, but it had been over three months since it was last patrolled. Though through experience, Okomi knew better than to take things for granted--especially after learning his previous harsh lesson--for he had an injured she-wolf and a most beautiful one at that. He couldn't stand to even fathom what his ex-pack would do if they had the chance to claim her and force her into that ruthless pack. She was lucky--she had no idea just <i>how </i>lucky she had it with her current group, and hopefully, she would never find out.​</div>