Violet was focused on the horse, holding onto the rim of the saddle so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She had never ridden any kind of animal before, and the way it walked was strange to her. So slow and deliberate. It made her uneasy. The girl wasn't really listening to the huntsmen until pork escaped his mouth. She blinked and looked to him, her eyes showing interest. As he spoke, she almost fell off of the horse when she dove for the bag, digging in it for food. Sure this wasn't any way for a prideful lycan to act, but her stomach spoke louder than her sense of dignity.<br/><br/>Munching on the dried pork hungrily, she listened to him with narrowed eyes. She didn't want to question his knowledge about her kind, considering that she had been raised in an isolated cave for her whole life. All she had to go by were the stories Lyssia told her. Lyssia... Her heart ached a bit whenever she thought about that old wolf. If anything, all she wanted to do was go home, and be with her family again. If you could count an elderly woman as family. Her pace of eating slowed as she thought about her lycan companion, wondering about her welfare. Was Lyssia getting along fine without her? Had she come looking for her? Was she searching for her now as they strode through this human filled realm?<br/><br/>Violet shook her head again, focusing instead on his voice and the sound of the horse's hooves across the cobblestones. "I'll show you just how well I can clean up! It's not my fault that that stupid merchant didn't have a sense of hygiene. I promise you, I'll look like a new wolf all together."<br/><br/>She tilted her head to the side slightly, starting to wonder. "Our destination? Oh, is it a fancy place? Do you think I could blend in? I think I could. I'm charming enough, wouldn't you say?" She held up her head proudly, even in her filthy state. It was amazing how she could forget so easily how puny and dirty she really was. Her dreams of a nice bath and fancy clothes dismissed almost all of reality.<br/><br/>As they traveled along, she stayed silent, twisting her fingers through the horse's mane gently. Once, the she wolf did speak, keeping her voice soft. "Hey umm...Huntsman? I know we're going to be...traveling together for a while. So I was wondering.." She shook her arms, making the shackles clang together. "If I just do what you tell me to do. Maybe even help you out with your hunting. Can I...well, can I maybe go back home afterwards? After I..pay my dues?" It felt a bit odd coming out of her mouth. But now that she was actually thinking about it, her future with the Huntsmen was very important to her. She saw him as a companion now. Such was her nature. Not having a pack to rely on, she had to build her own. A sense of family. He seemed like a nice addition. At least, to her. Building a sense of trust was essential.