"Oh!"

This is not very surprising, ultimately. Ylva pauses to consider this for a moment, then nuzzles her face into his shoulder. "Yeah. I mean, that makes sense, my den is small and you're always welcome but also... you're not a wolf."

And he's going to want a different sort of home. That's okay. She kisses him again, because she thought she'd never see him again, and she is not full up on kisses yet. "So it makes sense you'd want to -- I am trying to make it nice but yes, that... that's probably the best way to do it."