Porcupine Ridge I found myself in the fire burned hills

The girl sat in silence with him for a few moments, thinking about what on earth he was thinking. She found herself pondering what exactly his thoughts even sounded like if he did not understand words or create them himself. Perhaps he had his own kind of language, one that he didn't know how to communicate her- it intrigued her, and she found her tail wagging and the curious thought of it all.

A shiver raged down her spine as the male nipped at her cheek fur. It was nothing that showed of romance, and she was in no way intimated or seduced, simply caught off guard. She watched as he stood and headed elsewhere. Perhaps this nibble was an invitation, one she gladly accepted. Drawn into the strange males odd vibe, she followed curiously, trotting in order to catch up with him.

"Where are we-" she paused, remembering that he would not answer her. Her question was thrown out and she simply decided to go with the flow. If he would look back at her in confusion, she would offer only a smile of reassurance. She was following.