The buck was so large that it hung over Warren’s shoulder, nearly dragging the ground behind him. Tinker hadn’t know that men were so strong, for it would have taken several wolves working together to drag that kill back to the den. Maybe it was because he was a shifter, that he had such great strength. Tinker stopped and shook her fur from tip to tail before proceeding on to their cave. He hefted the deer carcass close to a far back wall.<br/><br/>“Probably won’t have to worry about someone trying to take our kill.” She remarked in pack speak as she sized up Warren. No matter if he was beast or human, he was of an impressive size. Tinker followed him around the cave, padding on quiet paws as he prepared the space for the night. They were out of the wind and the sleet and she was quite content. Finally, she sat at attention with her bushy tail wrapped around her feet.<br/><br/>“Warren,” she asked softly, in pack speak, “ are we going to your home? Or are we just traveling? I have never been outside of my pack before and I’m not sure what I will find out here.” She gestured with her nose and turned her blue eyes to the darkened cave opening. “Are most like you? Kind and protective? I had thought I could trust those of my pack but I have learned since that they all hated me. Without the status of my Father, I was no one in the pack. No, I was less than no one.  But since I have found you, or you found me? Anyway, since then, I have learned that trust in a stranger to be more than trying to trust in those of the home pack.<br/><br/>You were so quiet all day as we walked and I wish you would talk to me. I want to know you better.”<br/><br/>The wind outside howled and moaned with evil voices, Tinker thought, pricking her ears to listen.<br/><br/>“Talk to me, please, Warren and drown out the voices of the night.”