The game is still gone. There's a lack of food here that sets her on edge. Like most upper middle class children, she's never known the pierce of hunger. But it bothers the wolf and sets her nerves alight with a fire that Dilandau wouldn't appreciate.

She's been tracing the game trails when she catches his scent. Stepping lightly even on the crackling forest floor still not showing life after the fire, Brigid makes no noise. She wants to scare him, to show him that what he did was wrong....

But it isn't her place and as injured as he is, she should help him. She really should.

"Another fire?" She asks, dropping a few twigs into his basket. She reaches up to hold the branch and holds her hand out for the saw. Her strength will get through it much faster.