Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

Rexxar bobbed his head, not that she could see as she continued to forge ahead and down as she leaped to the next crag below. He did not glean from her short answer that she was not looking for a pack or that she was not subordinate-material; he took it at face value and did not question it.

"Oh I'm not following," Rexxar quickly corrected as she posed her own question. "I just happen to be going in the same direction." He, too, leaped to the lower crag, and as her eyes scanned in one direction his own gaze tended to cast in the other. It was up to her to discern if there was a hidden message in his statement like her own, or just more of his roguish humor. "I don't think I'd live in a crag," he commented, and his left ear turned to the sound of loose gravel tumbling down the rock.

He looked but saw nothing.