Black Stone huffed and nodded as he stood. She had remembered him well. He had often enjoyed soaking in the many hot springs they came across in her travels. They relaxed the muscels and allowed one to just lay down and forget their troubles for a short time.<br/><br/>"I would indeed enjoy such. It has been quite some time since I was able to do so." He moved to her side and stayed there as they left the cave. she had taken to resting a hand on his shoulder. And truth be told, it was comforting in some way. He knew not how to explain it so he said nothing. But he did purr..... A deep satisfied purr he hadnt used in a long span of seasons.<br/><br/>He studied her as they moved. He was very unhappy at her condition. But as she had reminded him. She had always been a poor hunter at best. He knew the Mother had brought him to her again just in time. For even though her words had been spoken with humor the night before, he knew better. Even a Shaman had to eat, to sustain their body to continue their existence on this plane. He would hunt as often as he had to to help keep her healthy. He knew without a doubt that the Mother had a plan for his Spirit Woman. Though what that was he could not even vague guess.