That was definitely the better option because there wasn't much to eat in here. Or really, anything. This was the first time they had planned for him to use this shack, and it wasn't completely thought out, but normally he would have been home by now. Warm, completely passed out, and ready to wake up and devour an insane amount of food.

A low groan of half-consciousness left Remus when Vrenille lifted him, and despite the obvious logic being spoken to him, he didn't seem particularly interested in the food. Really, physically, he was starving for it after how many calories the change consumed, but his mind wasn't matching his body. Still, after a moment or two, he started to realize what was being said to him and he half-heartedly opened his lips, teeth grabbing for it if it was put in his general direction.

This, he decided, was far more miserable than being out with the pack and waking up beside them in the morning. Even the mere thought, though, made him wince ever so slightly. It would never happen again. Death, imprisonment... and here he was, living. Trying to live a life that felt like it was gone forever, slipped through his hands. What was he doing? What was the point of staying here, anywhere, when it was all gone!?

Suddenly, despite his exhaustion, Remus started to pull away from Vrenille, that warm, friendly touch. It was too much, too close to what he had lost! Stop it, damn it, hadn't he suffered enough!? Why was this stranger here, being this kind...!?