Chimera Fields on the road again

The nearer she got, the more relaxed he became. Apparently, she was not bloodthirsty; only rude. If Day had been a little less surprised, he might've taken offense, but even then it was not likely. Her actions, though not polite, seemed to affect him very little, and he was content to let her go on her way.

A bemused smile found its was onto his maw as an ear quirked toward her unconventional praise.

"Pleasure," he replied in kind, watching her as she passed him. He wondered what sort of life one would have to live to end up looking like her, though Grayday, in his infinite appreciation of the feminine form, found nothing to dislike about her appearance. He might even call her pretty, when she smiled and winked. "Where're ya headed?" he wondered aloud, still mightily confused and trying to puzzle out the woman's aim. It would've irked him much more to know she had no agenda with him.