Warren stared at her with squared shoulders. Her eyes held a gleam of determination, but it was undermined by insecurity. She was in a situation she was very uncomfortable with. He frowned he had gone back for her but not because she was a woman.... It was because his cat had urged him to.<br/><br/>"Im not sure if I should laugh or just tell you to leave..... You and I both know you dont want to be in this mess, let alone near other shifters. Your attitude earlier proved that. I didnt come back because youre a female, nor because I thought you cant handle yourself. My cat for some damn reason has taken a liking to you and urged me to follow you. I lead the pack away from your scent, smothered your scent with mine. You can walk away and not fight...... What I suffered earlier was nothing.... Im 200 years old.... Ive seen two world wars and many others..... I can handle a pack of rouges....." he stopped and studied her. "You seem to be a strong willed and level headed woman.Its not your fight this time...." He reached out and gently traced her scar as he frowned.<br/><br/>"You have suffered before..... But I wont have you bear wounds for me...... I bear wounds of many..... The magic I know is as old as nature.... Humans would call me a Druid..... If my body should become fatally wounded I will be reborn in a new one. Luckily thats never happened. I bear the scars of many battles.... And these rouges need to be put down.... They attract too much attention. Humans know we exist.... But rouges make them fear and hate us more."