Jabez stayed right where he is. When he speaks, his voice is rough. "I carried you here last night. Your people..." He doesn't know what to say for that. The words themselves feel like rocks in his mouth, the sounds strange to his ears. It had been a few moons since he had shifted into his human form. He gestures around to the cave. "Safe here. The pack won't come to this place," he explains, a trace of sadness in his voice.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><a class="postlink" href="http://i883.photobucket.com/albums/ac31/Drachenflamme/BlonderJungeinrosenTrkiseAugen.jpg">[ img ]</a></span>