The wolf stopped and look at her thoughtfully, it's golden eyes piercing. "I am not talking to you about your duty," Tynan replied. "I am talking about mine. There are rites that require a druid, or will you send them off to the otherworld ill-prepared with nothing to satisfy them but the fact that you've taken revenge on the stupid bigot miners who had taken their lives?"

It sat down in the snow, it's eyes never wavering from hers. "You can let me help you, or I'll find them on my own and send them off with or without you." came his ultimatum. "After all, I've got all these noses handy, I might as well put them to good use."

Tynan's voice in her mind was firm and resolute, and it was obvious he'd do as he said. It was merely the man's courtesy and, though he wouldn't admit to it since he had a reputation to maintain somewhat, his compassion that made him seek her out and give her a chance to accept the help that she knew she needed.

"Come with me," he went on, not unkindly. There was care in his words; care, sympathy, and something much much deeper within. "We'll pick up my body and begin the rites. Then we'll see to getting you something to eat, you look famished."