His ears lay back flat against his skull at her discovery and he feels ashamed. He really hadn't meant to intrude. He just... wanted to be near her. She deserves to have some time to herself, to relax and not worry about anyone else. He knows she doesn't like being alone but...

He remembers the stories from his childhood. The sound of the Nibel wolves and their hungry, hollow cries late in the dusk on long winter nights. He's not exactly the friendiest form for someone raised in those mountains. But - she called. And he has to come. Because he always has to come to her when she asks for him. Slow, staying close to the ground to try to hide his intimidating bulk, he scoots forward toward her on his belly, eyes watching her carefully to make sure nothing he does alarms her. At the edge of the blanket, he stops. Waiting.