When he tried to stand, she took a step back, keeping an eye on him. For a moment she thought he would be able to slowly hobble along until they could find shelter. However, the moment he collapsed again, she was back at his side, licking his face once more. It worried her that he was injured and for a moment she thought it was all her fault. Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts from her mind. No!! She wouldn't think that way. She couldn't.<br/><br/>Then Warren spoke. What he said about making a shelter out of the downed tree made sense and for a moment she was starting to like the idea. That was until he suggested it be for her while he sat out in the snow. Blue eyes wide, she looked down at him.<br/><br/>How long will it take your leg to heal? she asked. If it would take too long then she'd spend however long it took to block him from the harsh weather, but if it wouldn't take long, then she'd sit there with him and not worry about shelter.