Ravensblood Forest the long rain

He seemed unbothered by her...though perhaps her faltering grasp of reality made the actual depth of his emotions toward her presence too vague to discern. She could however clearly elicit the wild click of his teeth against one another as he spat out his reply and there was a wandering glance backward where both the unknown femme had gone and from whence she'd just come; a sideward flick of her ear gestured toward her disinterest in the now departed creature.
 
"I have no friends here," she said plainly. There was nothing in her reply that vied for his pity and she seemed all too immune to the dark nature of his tone - it was simply reflected back toward him with her own lightly spoken dialect. But perhaps her simple reply had an even simplier answer: her friendship quota was of no concern to herself...much less the black Devil analyzing her. In this world of bugs and dark and pain the tedious process of making friends, who often died shortly thereafter, was far less appealing that to simply wander in and out of lives as a rogue.

She seated herself with a neat little shuffle of paws and shook to cast away some of the bitter chill of the rain that trailed down her slim nape and to the small of her back. The wind tousled her hair and she caught a solid whiff of her company...curiousity brightening the cerulean shine of her eyes. "You smell of the sea," was the comment that broke their silence. She could scent the faint sharpness of salt on his pitch pelt. Without waiting for him to comment she added, "I went to the sea once...it was inspiring."