Bramblepoint point to the hills

There was something about the crassness of the female that was pleasant to Sawyer. Though she had startled him upon arrival and hadn’t had many a good word to say for the predicament that the Wilds were in, she spoke with a rare candidness that he had not seen in many others. Moreover, she did not allow for her pride to cloud the opinions of others. In the short conversation, she had found means to come to an understanding of his words and his point of view and had even agreed with him on the minor cases.
 
In answer to his question, the earthy female explained that she too was alone. The golden male bobbed his head once or twice to show that he had heard. After a second or two of silence, he glanced her way. His eye sparked brightly as he locked them with her face. “I do recall you weren’t too pleased with the state of things,” he remarked carefully, a smile creeping along his features. “But were you thinkin’ you were gon’ stick around? Or look for somethin’ better?”