That looked touched a pain that ran deep, but there were no words to it, so there was nothing for her to pick up on. There was only an aching there. Why had he decided to do this again? All it did was drive the knife deeper.
Well, it wasn't exactly her fault that she had red hair.
"Very." Being a wolf, it seemed, made him more direct. "Enough to kill. You look frozen already without getting in." He gave her a nudge. "You should get up and go somewhere warm - why aren't things normal?" The two ideas ran together. His mind tended to be fairly well organized on a good day, but the Wolf's interference and the instincts that came with being a wolf at all left him a little more scattered.