Totoka River so many names i devour

Having never faced madness Hux was not sure what he had stumbled upon. It made him uneasy, but not yet afraid of the instinct that told him something was wrong with the stranger. When he proceeded to explain how "busy" his mind was, Hux gave a slight cant of his head, emitting a simple "Oh. " He attempted to reconcile this information with his own experience; had he not spoken to himself when he was alone, when his mind refused to quiet? It seemed a fairly normal occurance.

"Ragweed?" he asked, gesturing his iron gaze towards the plant that the graying coywolf had picked. Perhaps he could steer their discourse elsewhere. "You a naturalist?"