Redhawk Caldera The front lines - the edge of death

Koume didn't even budge, holding perfectly still as the weird-sounding girl spat some more nonsense and snapped at her. She didn't even glare at her. Koume was fiery, yes, but truly getting her angry about such childish things? Fairly impossible if one would ask her. She sighed, turning to the speckled male. She was glad the stranger(?) had come, but if he were to get hurt in their situation she would not feel bad. It had been his own decision to come help her out (which only raised more questions).

When winter comes, you will wish you had allies in our woods. Good day to you. She nodded, grabbed her "gift", then followed the male when he nudged her. The feeling of his muzzle on her shoulder felt weirdly nice, as if this was something he was supposed to do. Like this is what he should've been doing for a long time now. How quaint. She decided she must return home - especially to tell her brother she was okay. She didn't know if the speckled male wanted to accompany her on her way back but didn't mind the comfortable silence between them as they retreated for a while.