Helen flushed a little bit in her cheeks as Kall unknowingly toasted her. However, it brought a smile to her tusked lips to hear his support and favor of such. "Your support is appreciated, Kall... my mother attempted to dissuade my father from the arrangement, but even she could not change his mind." She looked down at her food as they ate of the meat, leaving it to be smoked most of the night so they could take it with them. "I do not know if it is greed that drives my father or ... or if he is simply doing what he felt was right." She pondered those thoughts as a guilt began to set in. A guilt of leaving her people in an uncertain outcome of war.<br/><br/>As he spoke of his own exile, her brow lifted in curiosity. "Wait... you are... a Chieftan's son?!" There was genuine surprise upon her face, though as she thought about it... it spoke volumes of sense now of his manners towards her. "... Perhaps one day then, Kall, I might help you regain your rightful place."<br/><br/>As they slept that night, Helen curled towards the mouth of the cave, her thoughts wandered over many reasonings of leaving and staying. Was running away the answer for either of them? Were they cowards for running? Or were they brave to seek their own lives and save their skins and spare their people the bloodshed? Perhaps she would discuss it with Kall in the morning... she should tell him her real name... but could she trust he would not turn her in?<br/><br/>With the rising of the sun, Helen was already wakened and fresh from her slumber, carving up the meat from the elk as she packed away the pelt and gear. It was not long before they left the camp to move out, the pair now a good ways from Castle Grond, nearing the borders of the mountains. "Likely," she said to his comment of the wargs, pulling her pack more securely around her body. "We should attain a pair of mounts ourselves at some point, would make the travel a lot faster. I only hope they don't discover I'm gone for a while more..."<br/><br/>Helen walked a little behind the towering male, chewing on her lip as she fought her conscience. Should she tell him the truth or not? It was late morning when the sounds of horns bellowed across the lands, and Helen froze in her tracks as she heard the sound. A curse flew from her lips as her head whipped back towards castle Grond, raven hair shimmering down her shoulders. "We have to move! NOW!" she stated in a hurried cry, suddenly grabbing Kall's hand and pulling him into a full run. "Where's the nearest river?! Thats the Warg Rider call! They've mounted for a hunt!" And she was the prey.