“Thank you,” Aimee said in regards to Elann’s defiance to her wishes. There were no hard feelings in her words. There was actual gratefulness there, returning Elann’s kindness with some of her own.

After that she nodded, knowing the paintings were Noah’s treasures, having learned as much long ago. In many ways she was the same way, not to the degree in which Noah hoarded baubles though. She had a few things she kept to memorialize certain events in her short life. Noah didn’t have that attachment to a majority of what he had. What was collected was simply collected because it caught his attention long enough to be deemed worthy of keeping around. In more ways than one Elann was the same before they bonded, the bond being a statement which said Elann had passed the tests of his short attention span to draw from the font of his affection.

As Aimee went to follow after Elann she caught Noah’s hands raising for her. She helped him up in his silent plea and led him to the edge of the wagon where he slid down to sit. Aimee hopped down, having pinned one of the flaps open, then helped Noah slide the rest of the way down to the ground. She let him go after that, letting him make his own way behind Elann, though she stayed close enough to be of assistance after he fell, if it happened.

Thankfully, it didn’t and he made the slow journey between the wagon and the tent site. Aimee came up and offered herself entirely to Elann while Noah stood around the flame, shirtless and curious in the ever-growing darkness, the flame’s orange lights licking at his tall frame. The wolf hadn’t set up a tent before, only watched it happen various times enough to have a general idea of what she was doing. She knew she wouldn’t be as fast as Elann but did want to lend some kind of aid if only for social bonding’s sake.