Dangerous. Die. Quickly.
Skiff blanched, that did not sound like a good time. When she turned away to leave, the werewolf was going to call after her, to ask her to stay, but she paused herself, and turned back to him, and he sighed with relief as she ordered him to follow.
"Happy to," he said, falling in step behind her. Thank the gods, he didn't want to be alone in these woods. All the same, he still didn't know if he could trust the shiftier he now followed, after all, he had just met her, and she was in these supposedly dangerous woods.