Sleepy Fox Hollow Rockabye [m]

“Hm? You say something?” She spoke just now. He was sure of it. Saw her lips move and everything. Was she speaking to her pet? Was that even possible, given their species? Good grief. This girl raises more and more questions by the second. That is why he persevered her fury. It would take a lot more than name calling to get Tatsuya worked up.
INDENTDistress. She did not like being gawked at. It was awkward to disregard such an injury, but he would do his best to not do so again. He was not so far removed from decency to snub a youngster's discomfort. Even if said youngster did not run with he and his. And had a foul mouth.
INDENTThe cogs in her brain began to turn. Tatsuya did not think his remark warranted much cerebration but the girl was intent on making something of it. Her deflection ended in a query, one he was quick to answer. “Home...That word means many things to me.” Tonravik asserted that home was in pack, Sakuya insisted home was in spilled blood, his parents said home was in the heart. “I suppose I have a home right now, if you think home can be a band of wolves.” Further interrogation into Tartok would go unanswered. Tatsuya would not risk his life giving such knowledge freely. As for wandering...Bah. Wandering is only good for losing yourself. What about immunity? To verbalize, to act without repercussion? A loner knows nothing of freedom. Indeed. What a puritanical life style that is. He felt it now despite belonging to Tonravik, but food was scarce between them at the moment. Any and all sustenance must be passed on to Tonravik. He would eat when she had her fill, not before.
INDENT“And you? What does home mean to you?” It was a subject worth feeding. Maybe Tatsuya could glean some substance in continuing this conversation...or find an ally in the guarded Potema.