[If he asked? She'd seriously consider becoming part of his pack. Her discomfort with her Alpha has grown over the last couple of months. She doesn't understand his reasoning behind almost anything that he does.

Brigid laughs, brushing hair away from her mouth, and turns to look at him, actually smiling for a change. Something they both should probably do more.]

Anytime you want to help, I won't stop you. I'm just so used to doing it all. I cooked for my Da, and then helped the Alpha's wife cook all the time.

[She sighs, stirring dinner on the stove.]

Supplies are going to be in short supply, well, shorter than they already are. I like history, but I don't want to live it.