Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

It had been surprisingly hard to leave the other vixen behind. But there had been a moment of sadness when she had turned, picked up the jeans and t-shirt she had discarded before and started their long haul after the were-horse. His strides were so much longer than hers and she had the burden of the fabric weighing her down. She'd darted after him, making a game of staying in his shadow as he led her away from the slumbering wolf and her smaller companion. She could almost sense his impatience when he had to stop in the shift of his weight and the way he stopped to look back. So she moved even faster even going so far as to toppled head over heels when she stepped on the clothing, she bounced back up and shook the snow from her face before bounding after him again. Only when he started to slow did she let her pace drop and when he stopped, she did too, her tail flicking to running against his foreleg as she reached her nose out to look.

At his command, she vibrated with the intensity of her curiosity to continue forward with him. But she didn't, he'd disappeared and she had dropped her clothing behind one of the trees when she realized he was changing back. Part of her wanted to stay as a fox, it was deemed safer, but the other part of her wanted her own two feet and hands to use if she needed to. She could easily be locked in a house with no way out when she was in her were form. She wasn't sure what to expect so she began her own shift from further back, it took a few moments for the familiar and welcome pain to over come her. She pulled on her clothing, now debating on whether or not she should have stayed shifted. It certainly would have been warmer on her feet.

She is crouched behind the tree she had shifted at, still waiting, patiently to allow him to scan their surroundings. At his gesture, she is rising and following after, taking note of where they were. Her hair was more of a golden blonde to his white, brilliant blue eyes to his violet and her features were delicate and even at his height he was still quite taller than her. She keeps pace a few steps behind letting him lead her towards the front door and into the building. She had honestly thought it would be a bit bigger just given his were-form but then she remembers that maybe not all of the were's shifted in their homes and used it as a playground as often as they did the outdoors.

She follows him inside, stopping at the threshold to tilt her head up just a bit and let the scents overwhelm her for the briefest of moments. Pine and wood and leather and Frost, and at this she seems to relax more. Her shoulders dropped from their tense position and she turned to shut the door gently behind her before following him into the living room.

It was like she had stepped into her favorite room at home, there were books everywhere and she was amazed that someone else could have just as many as she did. Or had. She takes this all in within moments before following him towards the couch. Instead of perching herself on the couch she chose to fold herself in front of it, Indian style, her feet crossed before her in order to avoid dirtying the furniture with her haphazard state of dress. "Okay," She says, not really understanding what they 'needed to sort out' but fully intending to actually listen and agree.

He asks her about the wolf and why she ran and she has a moment when her heartbeat quickens. Why did she? "Aâ€"bit of both, I think. Papa says it is foolish to fight when you know you will not win." The last part is said almost as if by rote, as if it were something she had been taught in a classroom, "I did not...like the injury, it made me feel weak." She wasn't sure if she was talking mentally or physically or even both. The most she had ever gotten was a paper cut or a few burns from the oven or a bite from her siblings when they played just a bit too rough. "Whyâ€"did you come?" She asks, tilting her head to the side. He could have easily just as left her to the mercies of the wolf.