It was a long walk, that was for certain. It was about midnight when she said some words that he couldn't make out, so he assumed she was talking in her sleep. Every time she cried out he moved his hand to her neck to check her pules, still alive, thank goodness. He hadn't gone through all this trouble just for her to die.<br/><br/>When she finally awoke, he was worried she'd kick him in the face and try to run again, but that was not the case. Instead, she relaxed. Her body felt suprisingly warm, and a part of him didn't want to let go of her--<span style="font-style: italic">no, stop that. I'm not... not going down that path again, not after--</span><br/>his thought was cut off when she asked about walking and where they were going. "No, don't be." He said, his<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPPUNfdE3NU">voice was very... emo</a>, to put it simply. "I've carried you this far, havn't I? As for where we're going, that would by my current home... it could be your's, too." He then went on to explain. "You and I, we're the same, we both turn into wolves. Believe it or not, there are more of us. The only ones I know of are part of my Pack. Oh, and we'll find you some trousers when we get there."<br/><br/>When they arrived, it was dawn, and everyone was asleep. He sighed - he knew one or two of them would be on his case about this... well, at least it was something to look forward to.