Gut snarled lowly, impetuous thing, throwing threats when they were both starved and weak. Her promise to end him was the hollow threat born from overprotectiveness. However the silent threat the male was was very much real. Beyond that, however, the offer a pack, however starved it was. All at the cost of a simple, shallow vow. A dangerous game Gut would find himself in, in a starving pack any member was just as likely to be eaten in the flash of a desperate hunger. 

Though before Gut could give his answer the male had stepped forward to give his own. Odd, was Gut not being addressed?

Hm? Another empty threat that conjured a snarl from Gut. Regardless, Gut bowed his head, coughing and growling out his next, mutilated words, "Friend. Hurt, none of pack."