As night fell and the man fell asleep, Rowena simply laid there and kept guard over the small camp. She felt indebted to the man who had given her food. Surely, without his help, she would have eventually died. Laying there she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night, it was quiet… only the occasional sound of an owl in the distance. She wished desperately she could find away to let this man know she was not what she seemed, maybe he could help her break the curse.<br/><br/>The next morning slowly approached as she heard the wanderer wake and begin to remove evidence of his camp. Rowena simply watched him until he approached her, talking about going home and how he would like her to accompany him. Then, unexpectedly, he ran his hand over her fur and she sort of pressed against him to let him know it was okay. She gave a slow blink and bowed her head, hoping he would understand that she would love to accompany him. Maybe she could regain her full strength and repay him by keeping him safe on his journey.<br/><br/>‘Snow, how…. Coincidental…’ she thought as he chose to call her by her last name, she wrote it off as being in relation to her white fur. The promise of protection made her feel more at ease, she never had someone so kind to her in this form before. Most would just want to hunt her or trap her. She sat beside him as he grabbed his spear, waiting for the sun to fully crest over the horizon. She looked up at him as if waiting for his next que on where they would be heading, ‘Where did this man come from? Where is his home? Why is he being so kind to me…’ several thoughts crossed through her mind as they sat there.<br/>