Emberwood No way we all get through this...

To say she was odd was the understatement of the century. Stark's head tilted the slightest bit, as if trying to somehow garner just what her whole deal was. "I've got nothing - sorry." He repeated it, wondering how long it had been since she'd had a meal or if she was expecting somehow that he could just produce food for her. Especially after the famine it would have been unlikely that anyone had anything to spare. He was just getting used to eating regularly again. There was still gaunt spots on his body, his muscle just starting to return. "What's your name?" He asked - maybe they could start there. 

No bugs to her fur, no death sneezes, that was all well and fine. "If you're hungry, why not hunt?' He asked curiously. That would be the next logical thing. it wasn't as if the land was as dead as it had been - things were finally on the upswing.