As Chloe was lifted this action would have normally brought alarm to her, but as the familiar scent that was Chev filtered around her she remained calm. Chloe had forgotten all around her, her job, her self, the beast inside, everything just seemed right. And for Chloe this was new she wanted to linger in this feeling. Being carried it felt surreal, but logic wasn't strong enough at this point. How long had it been since she felt, what was the word for this feeling. Was it<span style="font-style: italic">peace, calm, safe,</span>or was it as simple as<span style="font-style: italic">comfort</span>.<br/><br/>Something she had craved for, but had denied herself the chances. Or was it something stronger than deny? She couldn't be sure. But as they cold air of the produce section melted away and the rays of the sun warmed her skin her attention brought back to Chev. She greeted him with a soft almost sleepy smile. With her senses calm she actually took a good look at Chev, yes he was a bit younger. But his eyes they said other things to her, thing's she couldn't put into words.<br/><br/>Chev's words making her snap out of it a bit,<span style="font-style: italic">chained, tortured, help?</span>his words important. But she felt like she was in a fog. And through her haze his words seemed to strike something in her that made her voice come to life without a thought. "Okay" a simple answer but it spoke volumes, but who said it?<span style="font-style: italic">Chloe, The Wolf, or Both."</span>