The nights out here are cruel. Violently, dangerously, unforgivingly cruel. Kalt had seen, and been a part of, many life-ending nights here in this haunted wilderness, and could smell danger. Not very often is it that such an aura radiate from one so small and soft as Rosemary though. The young woman laid curled up in the flowers as the morning broke, the blood of her werewolf tasks still staining her hands, face, and clothing. Who the blood originally belonged in was no longer a question worth asking. The undead knew werewolves could be a lot to handle, but that their powers depended on the moon phase, and last night's was over - it would be some time before Rosemary would be able to maul anything with such generous bloodshed again. In the meantime, she'd need somewhere that other horrors, those that need less than a moon's grace for their power, couldn't get to her.
With a slow stride, Kalt approached the slender figure, taking the woman in his cold talons. It wasn't far to his place, and she slept heavily on the trek back, the rest after a wild less-than-Christian night being filling and deep. When Rosemary finally awoke, the smell of smoke, meat, and fur hit her. She was covered in deer hides, in some sort of den, a crackling fire being tended to by a monster. The antlered horror turned his empty gaze to her, slowly standing up, towering over her as he approached. Kalt knelt down next to the woman, examining her closely. No real injuries to speak of, a bit of blood still painting her skin, hair and clothing a little messy but nothing damaged. Kalt reached for her hand, taking it in his large, clawed, boney fingers, and cleaning them off as best he could with a damp cloth. Rosemary pulled her arms back, not wanting to hold hands with... that. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled, suddenly feeling a threat from the undead making physical contact, her wolfen instinct telling her to defend herself.
Before she had a chance or much more of a reason, Kalt stood up, slightly tilting his head, before moving back to the fire's side for a moment. When he returned, he held a smokey, dripping haunch of meat on a wooden plate towards the young woman. Rosemary wasn't really sure about taking and eating meat from such a strange... man? Monster? Whatever this nightmare was. But, it smelled so good and seemed to have cooked up nicely, and food's food, right? While Kalt took large bites of his portion, he sat down next to the werewolf to share a meal with another monster. He so rarely had company, that he'd be willing to join someone who obviously thought him completely inhuman. Rosemary took a ginger little nibble of meat, the juicy leg of whatever animal it used to be filling her senses with an umami aroma that roast meat seems to always carry. Sure, she's out in the wilderness being watched after by an antlered, towering horror, sure it's dark and creepily silent in this den, sure she has no ideas why she's not back in her city, but at least dinner was free.
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@NP: Either IC, this undead druid, or either of my dragons is fine! Also, this might sound bitchy, but please only follow up if you're going to put effort into it. I always get 1 paragraphs replies that barely mention interactions.