A tilt of his head conveyed his confusion at first. The directions were easy to follow and he was surprised to see she lived in the city, "Believing something doesn't always set in till you've seen enough evidence to prove to yourself that it wasn't an error in thought. Dad believed life was a matter of give and take. He didn't blame wolves for the death of those around him but he hoped that one day it would end."<br/><br/>He gave a shrug, "Only Grandfather told stories of the evils of the wolves. Dad was forced by granddad to kill a wolf once. He said it was just a puppy. It left a mark on him that he felt he couldn't ever be clean of. He buried the wolf as soon as his father turned his back. He couldn't live with the idea of something being disrespected so..."<br/><br/>A sigh slipped from him as he put the truck in park, "So are you," getting out he grabbed his bag and hooked the strap over his shoulder waiting for her to lead the way, "You should get the shower first after all, you are the one going out of your way to help someone your pack doesn't like."