Beck came in and sees her, "Hey you can sleep in my bed if you want."

"I'm fine here," she said quietly as she stared at the floor.

*sigh* "At least take this," he hands her a blanket that he had since he left his old group.

"Thank you," she said wrapping the blanket around herself.

"Night," he heads to his room.

Back at the fishery, the wolf has slain five sewer rats.

Climbing down from the tree he was in, Nathaniel went out and checked  each trap and tracked down the rats he had shot. When he was done, he returned to the tree with about a dozen rats, carrying them by piece of cloth wrapped around their tails.

"I think that's all of them," She says throwing them into a hole to burn.

"Looks like it," he said tossing his bundle into the hole, "Once these have finished burning, we probably need to get back. It's starting to get dark, and I'm not to fond of taveling at night."

"You've got me alright. you'll be fine," she says throwing a little more wood onto it.

"I would be alright on my own due to what I am, but I've had some bad experiences in the past with night travel," he said, adding dried leaves to the fire.

"Well i think they are done. Also i meant nothing by it," She starts to walk back.

"It's fine. There's no way of knowing something without experiencing or asked it," he said gathering up his weapons and fallowing, "I laugh at myself about it sometimes. My best hunting can be done at night, and here I am almost afraid to stay out in the dark."

"Could be worse. You could have no night vision," she moved some branches out of the way.

"True, it's been a saving grace for me in the past," he said making scores on the trees with his tail to mark the path, "At least it's not raining."

"If it was i'd smell like wet dog," she said with a small laugh.