It works out well since Annie isn't used to people thanking her for things. Prior to the Barge, she couldn't have said when she last heard it, aside from the perfunctory 'thanks' she'd get for holding a door for a stranger. Not that her packmates were ungrateful, because they weren't; it just never seemed like something to say out loud.

The nervous part of her wants to chatter on, fill the quiet, pull a nice clean sheepskin over herself so that if he decides he doesn't like it or doesn't want it she can laugh it off. This is the moment she realizes that sometimes, with him, it's easier to just continue being the wolf.

"I don't know what it can be used for," she admits. "I was just messin' around with stuff and I was thinking about you and this is what happened. So," a breath, a cautious smile. "Happy Yule-New-Year."