He felt shame as he stared at the shed. The building made his skin crawl in ways that many wouldn't be able to understand. Slowly he moved towards her and took her in his arms. Something wanted to comfort her as much as himself as he pulled her away from the building.<br/><br/>"I've seen tracks of large wolves but haven't seen hide or hair of them," he was honest with her as he moved towards the graves he had been digging, "I don't know what is drawing them here but I don't leave stuff out and haven't attempted to trap any not that I have a live trap large enough for a wolf their size."<br/><br/>He leaned on a fence with her still in his grasp. Without thought he nuzzled her hair and breathed in her scent. It made him think of the forest. It was relaxing, "I don't know why you are emotional about wolves but I will listen to you when you are ready to tell me about it. After all seems we keep running into each other."