Bramblepoint the graveyard, the turnaround, it changed in you somehow

He continued to favor her with a warm smile at length before he answered her quietly.

"I know."

Briefly, his ears leaned back, and his eyes shifted downward but it seemed his attention went elsewhere, to some far place beyond the snow in front of them. He felt compelled again to open up to her for it was so rare to find a soul like hers, like his, and there was a comfort in being understood that could not be found anywhere else. His heart thumped an out of place beat. How he missed his home.

"Respect for others and for one's prey is not so uncommon where I am from," he offered, lifting his eyes back to her face to search it for some indication that maybe she was from one of the tribes. Perhaps she, like him again, had a reason not to offer a more proper name. "You remind me of that place."