When the Ulfric strode into the room Vashti almost jumped; turning with lowered eyebrows and brown eyes full of concern when he seated himself and demanded a drink. He was in a bad mood.....she could smell it off of him... 

 Turning the woman tensed as he shot a question her way. He was in a VERY bad mood.....and the way he asked her made Vashti wonder if she was the reason for the tension in the air. 

 She wasn't thrilled to answer, but spoke quickly for the sake of the Ulfric's temper, "I am from a pack many miles to the north of here; the Saril Pack. Not many have heard of it......." 

  Pausing she grimaced, then nodded to his second question, "There were.....circumstances....that forced me to abandon my pack and head out into open wilderness. It was by chance I happened across this place....and I assure you I am alone and mean no harm." 

  [i]Believe me I'd gladly be back amongst my friends and pack members if it wasn't for that vile beast..... [/i]

Vashti thought back to the wretched male with a scowl on her face. He who had been so angry as to attack and very nearly kill her. All for what? Her refusal of his ridiculous affections? 

  Huffing at the memory she looked back up at the Ulfric; forcing her expression to relax and the smallest hints of a smile on her lips, "I will leave and be out of your fur by dawn. However I greatly appreciate you allowing me into your home; after what I've been through.......it's been nice to relax for a few hours and rest."