"Are you listening to yourself?" Winny retorted, not willing to back down just yet, wanting to at least try to get him to see it from her point of view. "I've known you for three days, Ivarr. Three days isn't long enough to erase forty years of living in terror, no matter what you tell me about the herd and your protection. You're just proving me right here."
He was pacing and that meant there was space between him and the door to the stall, so Winny darted out, retrieving her pants and tugging them on. "Fine." She said, even as tears started to fall. She'd come here searching for a home, for family, for safety, and, so far, all of it was for nothing. "I won't shift here. When the full moon comes, I'll shift out there and, when I get torn to pieces, you can have that on your conscience." If he even had a conscience; Winny tugged her shirt over her head and, wiping away her tears, started toward the door.