Mudminnow River Walk slow through the fire

His thoughts were broken by a voice. The man turned his head slowly, violet gaze landing on the white-pelted girl wih black patches around her eyes. She brought to him a question that he gave a simple nod to. "Yeah. You must be... Leila?" That was the name, right? He'd heard a little about her, but not much. Not enough to really know anything about her. Horosk gave a small smile, hoping he seemed friendly enough. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded more time alone, but perhaps Leila would be.... easier... to be around than Cry.

Or, maybe not, but he could not be aggressive toward the other just because he was in a bad mood. She had done nothing wrong.