He felt surprised as she dragged him down the hall. "Oh, uh,  okay!" He said, not knowing entirely what to say. He forgot how soaked his clothes were.<br/><br/>As they walked down the hall together, he watched her ringlets of hair dance behind her and she gracefully stepped toward the room. He felt her heart racing through her fingers as she gently tugged him along, feeling it almost like it was beginning to flutter. His eyes gazed around the different lights along the halls, and the different paintings that were displayed.<span style="font-style: italic">An interesting story told by the generations</span>, he thought.<br/><br/>She took him to her room, and she handed him the clothes with her cheerful smile. He smiled back gracefully, thanking her. To be honest, he didn't have a lot of clothes. He tried to hide that fact from her, but it seemed obvious, since wolves usually look like wolves, not people. "Thank you very much."<br/><br/>He was debating on changing his shirt, but he stopped himself. Would that be considered rude? Especially in front of Lady Ravenwood herself... Instead he waited patiently.<br/><br/>When he looked up from the clothes, he saw her holding a ring, explaining that it once belonged to her father. She further explained she could no longer wear the ring, so she wanted him to keep it safe.<br/><br/>He felt his face flush. He didn't entirely know how to react to be given such an honor. "I... I can't accept this..." he said. "This belongs in your family... and... I am not usually around the castle. A lot of times I am placed in harms way... I would be devastated if something happened to it..."<br/><br/>He stared at the ring, the shine gleaming into the room. "It's a beautiful ring... But I could not forgive myself if anything happened to it..." he repeated.