an unashamed with the wicked tongues sing

so sorry for the wait and the shit post ;_;

Echelon's response was wrapped in silence but such a thing, the pallid creature did not mind. While Kroc was not nearly as quiet as their leader, she was also not inherently talkative. The absence of verbal conversation was implied in the body language, Kroc just as easily implying that there was nothing of note, since there was probably little that Echelon didn't already know. She tended to stay well informed.

Kroc did not launch the question back at her, for obviously the dark female had survived her trek and was no worse for wear. None of this stopped her from making a remark about all the bullshit that had gone down. "You missed all the fun." Kroc longed to tear the intrusive wretch from the Plains apart but knew that they had an advantage by letting their opponents come to them instead of the opposite. One day, she would sever that fool's head from her body and string her intestines along the border as a warning to any other idiot that came along.