Dawnlark Plains the twisted mouth

He turned to look at her and there was something there that gave her the slightest of pauses. The feeling was brushed away as his expression became clear; perhaps the intensity of the sun set had distorted her view. It was possible, for they were perpendicular to the horIon and the sun's intended setting point.

He offered her a bone, ignoring her question. 'Curious.' Maybe he hadn't heard her, but the tidbit was stored away just in case. "Thanks but I'm good. I've got a set to chew on back home." They were smaller of course but Citali would have a fit if they wasted anything. Already, they had plans to use the fox pelts for their own purposes.

"Why are you burying them?" Bones weren't that important to bury. If you looked, you could find one almost anywhere. So why was he stashing them? Perhaps he had a fetish or something. Perhaps.