She hadn't come across someone that might have shared a similar past before. They say that those that traveled the same path always seem to bump into one another. Taking note that the girl had been harmed, in such a way, only made the black wolf more willing to at least show some sort of comradery. When she was a pup, she wished someone would take notice and at least do something to make it stop. When she grew older she hoped someone would acknowledge that she had experienced far too much pain and at least help remedy it. Seeing the subtle evidence of broken bones on the fox and catching the scent of a bitter male on her pelt, she felt, the fox deserved to at least have some sort of recognition. By touching her ribs, she felt she was showing the girl that she was aware, she understood, and really there was no words that needed to be said- at least, not right now. Feeling the girl stiffen she would lift her muzzle, attempting to make the girl feel somewhat comfortable. However, she could tell that it wasn't working and so she would hang her head a little lower, ashamed for not doing a good job. In a way, she wanted to make up for her serious lack of protocol that she allowed the crimson painted fox to look her over. It was by far a way to show she was apologetic. Once the fox was finished the wolf would rise to her paws giving a curt nod in agreement to answer the girl's questions about the other species that lived here. Feeling that it was unnecessary to stay in this form, even though she thrived in it, she would shift. Slate eyes watched as the spot where the fox stood was replaced with a naked woman. Averting her eyes, long golden curls would fall from behind her ears as she studied the ground. Indeed she was used to seeing Weres being naked, but she came from a society that did not appreciate such things.



"Do you really want to walk around naked? Perhaps you should shift back, don't need you to get cold...and it's a long walk...if you get tired, I'll carry you."



Although her voice was kind, she was attempting to not show disapproval. After all she was being practical. Did the girl truly want to walk in public naked as a jay bird, for all to see? They would surely gain much attention. Turning around she would start to exit the alleyway, only to look down when she saw the fox. Sticking her hands in her jacket she would walk quietly down the sidewalk, keeping her head ducked low so as not to cause attention. Her pace would slow, allowing the fox to more than easily keep at her side. It would be awhile until they turned down a well-kept high street, the street lights dimly lit. The disfigured woman would turn around the corner of the well-maintained neighborhood, heading for the home that had a flickering street lamp beside it. The light blue home didn't look so inviting. The bushes were thick, covering half of the bottom windows, two large trees looked a bit foreboding. Unlatching the lock, her black gate would swing open, and she would swiftly slam it locked as soon as the fox came through. Fishing for her keys and placing them in the brass door lock, she would open the navy blue door, turning on the lights extending her hand to allow the fox to enter home, murmuring softly.



"So...this is home."

The inside of the three-story home looked like any other home. Dark colored hardwood floors created the arched doorway entrance, as other arched doorways led to various rooms, the kitchen deeper within the home on the other side of the house. Standing in her living room, connected to the kitchen, she would look at the girl, should she have shifted, and pointed her finger down a dimly lit hallway. The home looked inviting and warm at least, the furniture looked new and it seemed like a simple homely home. Sighing softly she muttered to the girl, showing another sign that she would be willing to do a little bit more for the now pack-less fox.



"If you want clothes just go down the hall, the third door on your left, and pick whatever you want out."



She would instruct the girl to enter a bedroom that looked like no one was living in it. The navy blue covers were tight, matching pillows had barely a dent mark of evidence that someone slept there. Truly no one did, because it was a guest room. The furniture was modest and quaint, and there were a few items of clothing, t-shirts, jeans, a sweater or two and sweats. All looked as if they were well taken care of, folded properly in the dresser. They were plain, nothing too extravagant. Shuffling towards the kitchen, she would grab a pan from underneath he stove, turning on the gas stove as she placed it on the middle spot. Heading to the refrigerator, she would take out a few items, creating a small meal for the two. In a few minutes the broken woman had created two toasted cheese sandwiches, placing them on paper plates where there were already a handful of chips, carrots, and two glass iced waters. Setting the plates on the 6-seated table, her head would lift up as she gestured to one of the plates.



"When I was on my own...I wanted food."



She saw something in the fox, a little bit of herself, and right now she was trying to appease that small side of herself.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven