Whitebark Stream Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

She hadn't... Thought about that. His remark was innocent enough, but like a child she forced a laugh, backpedaling as hard as she could. "No it didn't! I was just - I was playing along! I wasn't -" If a wolf could blush, she'd probably be a bright pink right now; but it had worked. She had been charmed in to lingering a little bit longer. With a roll of her eyes, the girl was up and striding - heading towards the land filled with ghosts, or so she'd been told. Ghosts weren't real. Her hunger was real, and with the game all but spoiled, she had a one-track mind.

"I'm going that way, and I'm going to find something to eat." She declared, as if it needed saying. No more hangups; Tavi wasn't going to be distracted by this rogue and his ghostly pal any longer. "If you wanna come with me -" she realized what she'd said when she was halfway through that statement, but played in to it, acting as if that was entirely intentional, " - then come on, lets go hunt something." But she didn't wait for a reply, and bound away from him.