He watches her with his peridot gaze. A simple question has got her thinking. Jabez has been thinking as well. He is packless currently, highly unlikely that any rogue wolves will wonder into this territory to be able to form a pack with. He's also old enough to take a mate, start a pack on his own. He has over the years proven himself a capable hunter and provider. Plus he just wants company. There isn't much to do when the snows get deep between the trees besides hunt and sleep. Someone else to help him keep an eye out for Aleros and his former pack while he grows strong enough to take the older Alpha down, reclaim his rightful place. "You are packless. I am packless. We'll be packless together." He raises his head up, something done in wolf form to show agreement.