She looked at him and frowned. She then crossed her arms as she looked at him. "Then share your thoughts and heart with a snow leopard of your choice. I'm not a leopard, nor do I often share. I'm not welped, as you so say. I am a grown adult and can do what I please. Bills are normal for an adult. Doesn't matter if I have a family or not. And someone has to be the responsible one when your father is presumably dead and your mother lay dying. One grows up fast to take care of others. If I could frolic and be carefree, I'd more than likely take it. But one learns from a young age when to take the reigns and be an adult. Unlike a certain animal in front of me."<br/><br/>"As for your jaded or does you in comment, it depends on which side of the stone you're looking at. And I don't need anything. The sooner I can be rid of your furry, spotted, prided ass the sooner I can get back to my lonely life of paying bills. Besides, its not like I'm going to have a mate anyways. Everyone I've ever dated said they'd never settle down with me because I'm a mutt, so thank you for saying I'm "too young" for a mate. I'll just grow to be a lonely wolfamute," she told him before starting in a direction away from the inn.<br/><br/>There was something about him and his damnable pride that made her want to vomit. Or attack him. Or some violent act. He didn't understand her side of things. He'd had a family. He chose to go hunt for them. Hell, he probably had a clan of over thirty members. It had only been her mother and herself, and even then she'd had to take care of herself. She hated that fact, but usually her mother was so distraught that her father had never come home that she barely took care of herself. So, she'd taken up the reigns to do so for her. She couldn't let her mother wither away, could she?<br/><br/>No. Even now, after reading the letter, she was concerned for her mother's health and felt extremely guilty for moving out on her own. She had made sure her mother had been taken care of when she left, and it had only been a month since the last time she'd seen the silvering malamute, but it didn't stop the guilt or the worry.<br/><br/>It also didn't stop her boots crunching the snow as she made quick tracks away from the inn. Honestly, she couldn't get away fast enough. She wouldn't need to eat for another two weeks so she didn't need to carry food. She had already left her place without clothes so it really didn't bother her any that she'd wear different clothes. As long as these didn't get ripped or too dirty, it woudn't bother her anyway.