The first thing that the young Were did was roll her shoulders, testing out the feeling as the pain in her shoulder subsided. It was still there, though certainly more akin to a paper cut than the wound from a silver tipped arrow. Her words of gratitude, as rare as they were for her, were sincere, the young girl truly grateful for the assistance. She doubted she would have made it back to Frost's on her own, and calling out for that pack bond was something the girl would do only if it was absolutely necessary â€" she felt no need for the teasing that would have followed, nor the lecture at how his Beta would need to be more careful with herself. "You'll have to share how you made that, exactly. I am assured it would be most useful within my pack." After all, Frost's eternal struggle with the Nightshade pack was sure to draw attention to them from Hunters eventually, and some wounds Edie wasn't sure would entirely heal with her power. She'd never truly tested them. She'd never had the opportunity to. Though it did seem lucky that Kato seemed healed from their experience, and that Edie would slowly heal herself.

The small Were hardly expected the laughter that came out of his mouth at her insistence that that was not her name. Her whole life had been people making sly comments regarding the tiny fennec fox and her complete inability to be useful in a fight. It was why her parents had hardly been involved in pack goings on, and why Edie had always wanted to prove she could be useful. She gave him a glance at his use of her name, respectful enough to listen to his tale that this was not his first time confronting the Hunters that she tried so desperately to avoid. A breath lodged itself in her throat as she looked at his scars, himself describing the incidents that had led to receiving them. He was brave, and the girl found herself developing an odd sense of admiration for the rhino. Briefly, she found herself wanting to reach out to brush her fingers across the old wounds. If she had been there, he wouldn't have the scars.

Still, Edie stayed still in her spot, demanding that he explain exactly what it was that his plan was. Regardless of his experience, standing in a clearing alone with no weapons hardly rang out as a good idea in her mind. It sounded like a quick way to get yourself killed. "Sure, you handled situations where you had to protect someone, but no one was in danger tonight. You put yourself in danger for absolutely no reason, and that makes you aâ€"" Edie was hardly given the opportunity to finish exactly what that made him when his hand wrapped around her arm. For a fraction of a second, Edie was able to comprehend that his hand could have wrapped around her arm twice given how large he was and how tiny she herself was. But that moment was just as fleeting as her sentence when he leaned down and pressed his lips over hers.

Instantly, Edie froze, her body pressed against the man. Her range of emotions flickered, going from a butterflies in stomach level of attraction to him to absolute fury. She'd only just begun the idea of kissing him back when he'd pulled back his mouth, merely staring down at her with that annoying look in his eyes. Still, he didn't let go of her yet, and Edie was sure even if she jerked back, he was strong enough to hold her there. She reached out with her free hand, swatting at his chest in irritation. Her strongest hit didn't even make him flinch, and that only infuriated the young woman, another string of insults coming to her lips. "You insensitive... bloody... prick..." She swatted at his chest with every word, infuriated still that he held her without even a thought.

"I don't... I don't live here... anymore," Edie said through clenched teeth, looking up at him. She hated the way he looked at her with that flicker of amusement at her continued squirming. For all her feisty mouthing, it was proven that she was utterly the weaker one in this situation. "You're an ass." She spat out. Her frustration was clear on her features, and yet still there was that same attraction she'd felt only moments before when he'd kissed her lingering. Sure, he was infuriating and an idiot, but he was cute. Edie was small. She had to be clever. Taking control in the only way she knew how, she reached up, putting a hand on the back of his neck and steading herself as she pressed her lips roughly against his. Later, she'd claim it was the adrenaline that had her thinking messed up, but for now she was content to give in and kiss him.