Tilting his head at the start of her explanation, Nate took the hint and followed with Ko-Ga in tow, swiveling an ear back in curious uncertainty. He smiled a little at her sneeze, a silent singular laugh shaking his chest before fading out, muted like so much else in the snowy landscape.

It grew cold in his belly as she explained all the rest.

She was a wolf. She had always been a wolf... If she remembered it all, if changing her shape had been any kind of surprise, he felt certain she would have said so. If she had died or even thought she had died, there might have been a flash of something mournful in the relaying.

Instead she pranced like a wild, free thing, and he knew then he couldn't tell her the truth of his own sorry tale. She might not believe it, for one. But even if he thought he could convince her of the reality of it, and not frighten her... it seemed it would be wrong to place the burden on Mithwyth. Her knowing wouldn't change things. Besides. Dead men weren't really meant to speak at all.

Quiet long enough to realize it was rudeness, he lit his face with a warm grin that he hoped relayed nothing of the chill behind it. Sorry, I was listening. And he tried to mimic her prance, encouraging her to go on. Sounds like you're a real rover, then. Bet you've seen some pretty sights?