Holly was a time-bomb, and volatile suited her current mood. Perhaps revealing the plan wasn't the brightest idea; however, if the male lycan was intending on<i>using </i>her, then he would not have disclosed information about healing her, or even helping her in the first place. A manipulator would have swindled and fabricated something up, to gain one's trust. Okomi did not do such a thing, but he had to admit, his approach backfired on him, and right now, Holly's mouth was doing more harm, causing a scene so that Freya would stop in her tracks to assess the situation.<br/><br/>A harsh tug was given to the weakened Holly; her left side pressed against the male's rugged form, as a reminder that now wasn't the best time to react with such obstinacy. After all, they were in the middle of winter--though Holly deserved praise for barely having much on in the first place due to the shift that took place earlier. Still, Okomi's complexion turned sour, in which he was almost convinced to drop her on the spot. Not normally one for aggression, he had to assert his dominance, to make it a point that he wasn't going to stand being called out as a user and a liar. He understood that she was still getting used to this lifestyle. If he were in her shoes, he'd probably react the same way, but that didn't excuse the fact that her sharp tongue possibly got her into all sorts of trouble if he didn't point it out.<br/><br/>His head dipped low. The corners of his mouth pulled, revealing a set of sharp canines. Low snarl edged near her ear, feeling berated by her. The fact of the matter was he really wanted to help the young pup, but drawing attention like this wasn't going to help either him or her at this point.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">"Did I say you were helpless, Holly? Do you want to get healed today or not?"</span>His dark eyes scrutinized her face for a moment before continuing. "Would you rather suffer up to a week's worth of pain?" His words were arresting, yet soft, never raising his voice, steady, yet there was a certain detachment. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b35900">I mean, if you are certain you don't<i> need </i>my help, then I'll be happy to drop you here, in the cold snow, but that would mean that you would slow us down."</span>Her snappy outburst did not settle well with him. As a result, within a blink of an eye, the security of his hold loosened quickly, wanting to evoke her adrenaline and her senses.<br/><br/>The warmth of his body heat was fading fast, but at the last minute, he made sure to pull her back into the safety of his arms once more. Freya was fearful of what she saw and was just about ready to rush to the other female's aid. There was no need. Okomi had already caught Holly, and all was well, or so it seemed on the outside. Okomi had to reiterate that he was in control. Even though it was a dick move, at least he didn't let her go. Again, if he was such a manipulator, he could have taken out Freya, and ran off with Holly easily. Maybe through Holly's perspective she wouldn't see it, but the Arapaho genuinely cared enough to make sure she wouldn't put herself at risk from being found by Okomi's former clan, which in the back of his mind, was like envisioning hell all over again. It was better to make a move on sooner rather than later. Without comforting her, he continued to hike along the path, following Freya back to their territory.