She looked down at the apple, before taking another bite. ‘why are you doing this?’ Another bite. ‘you bring me to your home offer me your food and your coat’ Another bite, and another. She had asked for help; had ask for help from many people. It was why she wasn’t dead of starvation yet. But nobody had ever done more than buy her fast food or give her a little money. This man, Derek, this wolf, took her to his own home, practically burned with concern for her.
“Because you asked me for help,” he said as if it were that simple. He was curious about her and knew the best way to figure her out was to observe her. She also looked like she needed a place to stay and Derek had more than enough room for her. “You won’t have to wander around the woods anymore.”
She went still, staring at him. ‘what does that mean?’ She couldn’t bear to assume, and then be wrong. After a moment she remembered the apple and kept eating, faster now. Was he planning to take her somewhere, have her arrested or something?