She mentally groaned and couldn't help rolling her eyes. That's his answer for everything. His arrogant statement still didn't explain how he managed to be out in the cold without a severe case of hypothermia.
She'd been foolish trying to escape into the snow. If not for Zacar, she could've died. He'd moved over the boulders and snow as if out for a stroll. And he'd done it all while carrying her over his shoulder.
She gently cupped his hand as he moved to place another piece of bread to her lips. It was warm and solid, capable of keeping her safe. "Thank you for saving me. I would've been dead by now if you didn't come for me."
No reaction - he simply turned his hand and gripped hers briefly before feeding her the next piece of breakfast.
Natalie sighed. It was business as usual. Feeding time at the breeding program.