Wapun Meadow Far From Home, On My Own

She didn’t seem put off by his lack of charisma, and instead took the reins of conversation, nailing him with one question after another. He would have been almost pleasantly bewildered is he didn’t exude exhaustion, and the male’s eyes swept over her features, studying her. The indication that she was a lone-wolf was practically dancing in front of him – and Jade Fern Grove could use the extra members.
 
“Scimitar,” he spoke, always finding a way to answer questions in the shortest way possible. “Yes – northeast of here.” And then, not to be outdone by the pragmatic female with a dozen questions, he tipped his muzzle slightly. “Are you just passing through?”