Leana watched him get settled, making small movement to help him get adjusted. Part of her wanting to comfort him more, but unable to pull herself to do so. She just felt that if she did all of these things... it was most than just marking her for his territory. No, if she did all of that, it was going to be as good as saying she was his pack, if not more.<br/><br/>While it was true that in the end it was what she needed, and wanted, there was no way she could bind herself to this pack. Her wolf let out a soft growl at her protest to the situation, reminding her that she was meant to lead a pack, and these wolves were in need of her here. More importantly, she was pulled by the scent of the Alpha right there before her.<br/><br/>So as she shifted a bit away from him as he rolled over to look out a window, or tried to do so. She could not resist the slight urge to raise the window just a crack to let the smell drift in to his nose. The only window she allowed to remain like that for now. She hoped that at least would offer him some comfort.<br/><br/>After that, she went throughout the house shutting it up to make it look like he was out on a hunting trip. It took a while to do so. Finally she wandered into the kitchen and sat at the table, placing her head into her hands. She could easily smell all the food nearby, but she refused to eat any of it. It was not hers, it was his. Another way to mark her as part of his own, or just his. So though her stomach growled she just patted and rubbed it in an effort to get it to settle. She would slip out to buy herself some beef later. Probably a day or so from now.<br/><br/>She didn't even hear his movements at first from the other room as she had started to drift off to sleep, despite her hunger. When she smelled him so nearby, her head popped up and her eyes focused on his still weak form. Already he was moving? What was he, suicidal? The sight irritated her to no end. So as he made it to the fridge and began to rummage around she stood and walked towards him. The fact that he actually questioned her about bowl or plate... well that was something of a mystery to her.<br/><br/>"You have a fever you block-headed Alpha. You need to sleep, I will get you some food made to feed your wolf. Jeebus, you can't do this and survive long." She told him, grumbling before coming to stand beside him. Her fingers reaching out to help his find the plate he was sniffing at that likely held venison. She then took out the plate and moved it to the counter.<br/><br/>"I'll get his cooked up in no time, just you wait a bit. If you aren't going to lie down, let me help you over to the table at least."