The clock was ticking and they knew they could not stay here in the comfort of the manor much longer. Melva was fine with leaving the manor, because she only saw it as a cage, a luxurious one at that. Anywhere under the roof was uncomfortable for her. Her alliance with Vance made living in the manor a tad bit tolerable, but still, nothing beat the forest and the freedom it could offer to her.
On the other hand, Vance who had been living his life in luxury must be very reluctant to leave the establishment which was literally the embodiment of richness. Melva could not imagine seeing him in the wild, wearing the same clothes for days, eating whatever nature gave him. While she was more or less used to living in the wilderness, because the heart of the town was much too far from where her old home had been. It was such an irony that Vance was supposed to be the wolf between them and yet Melva was the one who could survive in the wilderness with no problem.
