Dawnlark Plains the twisted mouth

In case he came back. Her gears churned, thinking. It was one thing to cache food, meals, things that you didn't want others to find. What was it about the bones that he didn't want others to find? The Amazon mentally shook herself. Being suspicious of the wolves in this land would do her little good. She needed to learn their culture and ways, if they were going to be sticking around. However, that didn't mean she was going to make stupid mistakes with this, or any wolf. She dropped that particular line of conversation, even as he began another.

"Yes and no," The fire-eyed female replied, making no outward reaction to his creep-factor. Instead, she volleyed the question back at him. "Do you?" At the same time, she mimicked the dark creature, canting her head slightly, pitching her ears forward to catch his words. She thought to ask where he was headed but she kept the question locked within, waiting until a more opportune moment to ask. If she posed too many questions, he might not answer all of them, and something made her (curiosity) want to keep track of each of his answers.