In a typical woman style, Solara brushed off his concern. It was irritating how clean they could do that. Simply brush it off in a no fuss no worry type fashion when clearly there was something he needed to fuss over for. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he listened to her explain that she was asleep. "Glad you woke up in time then." he said. His eyes shifted from her and back towards the destroyed house. Who on earth would want to do that to her though? As far as he was aware of Solara didn't really bug anyone. She kept to herself and seemingly only did business work with the people who did visit her or so he assumed. She didn't really seem like the type of gal who would go floosing around. She was old school from what he could tell from the recent interactions he once had. "Uh yeah, sorry. I have been out of work over an.... incident." A frown touched his lips a bit. "However I seem to have gained myself a friend who is in need and I was going to see if you could help me with some clothing for her but well.." he waved his hand towards the mess behind her. "You are in about as much of a predicament as I am in."

He turned to look over his shoulder towards Jema who was no longer right behind him but a bit away. "That's her. her name is jema she is a shifter but.... extremely shy. I will explain the story later." he said. It was complicated for him right now as he was still trying to piece everything together. "SHe's just had a hard life from what I can tell."

When she repeated what he said, Enzo just stared at her for a moment with bright jade eyes. There was a tiny bit of a flame behind them. His thoughts on the matter had slowly started to turn sour on the situation. The longer Branwen avoided him the more his mind was beginning to concoct that she had done it on purpose. That in some spiteful way she wanted him to suffer as miserably as she was. Still, he wouldn’t talk about that unless Solara honestly wanted to know. He wouldn’t keep it from her not since he was in such a dire need of help himself and from the looks of it she could use his help as much as he could use hers. ”Another story for another time, methinks.” he answered carefully. His eyes narrowed for a moment.

At the mention of actually having clothes his brows rose. ”That would be great.” he offered her a small smile. His eyes wandered once more before he looked over his shoulder at the pacing horse now as Solara began talking. ”Any help is better than none, believe me. I will do all that I can to help you in return, Solara. I really appreciate it.” He looked back at his sister for a moment his expression soft and showing a bunch of appreciation. ”I will go see if I can get her to calm down…” She was worrying herself and he hoped she would listen to reason but she had been a horse for so long she probably would be stuck in that mode.

Approaching the mare carefully he called to her. ”Hey Jema. It’s okay.” He said. ”The fire is gone and been gone for a while. You are alright.” He lifted a hand in a sort of distraction manner attempting to draw her attention back to him. ”My sister, Solara, Remember? She said she has some clothing you are welcome to. We are going to stay here for a little bit. I’m going to help her sort through this mess and work on getting stuff rebuilt with her.” He hoped his voice was enough to break through her panic. ”I wouldn’t lead you into something dangerous. I should have proved that much so far.”

The mare was being a little impossible and though he was doing his best to be understanding, it wasn’t something he could understand. He didn’t go through the trauma she had and because of his lack of ability to understand her fear – he found it frustrating. Green eyes watched as she paced back and forth obviously showing her unease. She was uncomfortable. Her muscles were tense and because of that, he wasn’t going to get anywhere near her. Shifter she may be but she was still a horse and he had been around them enough to know their size meant a lot even if their intelligence wasn’t quite so high. This also meant he was powerless in putting a sort of distraction down to get her out of the cycle she had stuck herself in unless of course, he wanted to get run over. That didn’t sound all that appealing to him so he remained where he was and stuck his hands down at his sides as she spoke in broken wording. A small frown touched his lips and he nodded his head. ”I am really trying to understand, Jema.” he said softly and as warm as possible to keep the frustration out from his voice. Things just seemed to be tumbling one after another and the man had yet to get a break from it. Maybe once she calms down and a game plan gets started with Solara perhaps he could get his break. If not he was sure his head might explode from the pressure of stress. ”I won’t punish you. I don't have a reason to but I need you to trust me.” he said. ”I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.”

His jaw tightened a little as he lowered his head a bit staring at his feet for a moment. ”I can keep you safe but you just got to let me do that first. I know you don’t know me all that well and that’s okay… but we got to start somewhere.” or else it would all be in vain. He had to keep his head above water to not just everyone else’s and he supposes that was where he had got his biggest lesson from Branwen. Not everyone is out to be as kind and understanding as he was. They didn’t give a rats ass if you sunk while keeping them afloat. It was sad to start to think that way but he didn’t see Bran out here trying to help him calm down the filly or help him fix his broken reputation as a wolf supporter. She high-tailed it and ran leaving him to gather the pieces. It was so frustrating. He wasn’t sure what to do other than help Solara at this point and maybe…. Maybe others could see it from his working with her. All he needed was that one person to break the cycle. That one person to change their mind and he prayed his sister was it…. Hopefully. ”So what do you say…”

There was definitely a clear difference between the two of them and he spotted it almost immediately at her hesitation. He was a very calm person and liked to think he had the top patience for people however this was something he was entirely having a problem understanding. The fire was gone so what was there to be afraid of? No less the large mare gave her complete stand on the matter and simply denied his help. That was fine. She’d had enough excitement for the time being and much like any other person out there needed a break too. ”I understand…” he said though he didn’t fully. She apologized once more before kicking off and leaving. He stood there feeling frustration as he breathed through his nose. It was hopeless. He wasn’t sure why he kept helping people especially when he was the one usually getting kicked in the balls—figuratively speaking.

The sound of his sister off by his shoulder caused him to glance at her before taking the flask without a question. Calm that frustration before it gets misplaced. After a large swig and a harsh swallow, he held it for a moment. ”Nope. Smoke has her tail in a twist.” he said and did his best to not roll his eyes. No. He wouldn’t demean her fear just because he didn’t understand it. ”Poor girl. She’ll be around though and if she ever decides to change…. I suppose we will have the clothing for her.” he shrugged and took another swig, small this time, and then handed it back to her as she spoke once more.

He chuckled as she spoke. The warmth of the liquor in the flask was, of course, settle in on him causing him to soothe. ”Getting in unusual trouble.” he shrugged. ”If I tell you don’t kick me off your land like every other rancher has.” he stared at her though it was a joke he was being partially serious. ”Apparently I am a wolf supporter and for some reason, that is frowned upon.” He knew wolves were bad for hunting out horses and other livestock animals but just because he saved one that meant he appraised them all? ”This girl, I uh--…” he frowned searching for the right word. Friend maybe? No… she felt more than that. ”Well, this girl I had been close to was a wolf shifter. Anyway long story short she came to the place I had worked at and showed her ass to some ranchers.” in other words making a scene. ”They took it as her being a ‘mad wolf’ and were going to put her down. I stepped in and got trouble for it. Now since then, that ex-boss of mine has been running his mouth dragging my name in the ground. Can’t find a place to take my sorry ass so I have been out of a job.” He was very sour on the situation as was told by his voice that was slightly harsh in some places… lingering very hard on spiteful even. ”Who knew the ranching community was so tight-knit. You do something wrong on one property suddenly everyone accuses you like you are going to steal their animals and fed them to the wolves.”