Sawtooth Spire do not cry, do not weep

Sure enough the woman began to trot in his direction, barking a greeting. He didn't reply to it, not until she was closer. She stopped a little bit always, which he was glad for. He didn't really want her any closer. He didn't want anybody closer than this at the moment, not until he felt he could trust them. He didn't know when that would be, so for now it was best that she stay back. She was pretty, she looked nice, but Gabe knew by now that nice was different from trustworthy. Some of the nicest people he'd known had gone and betrayed him.

She asked who he was and he waited timidly. His brows were furrowed, as he tried to read her, to find what angle she was getting at. What did she want from him? Perhaps it was just his name, he was just being paranoid. After the long silent pause, the thick furred boy responded in a low, bland tone, Gabe. Who are you? He was clearly tense and nervous, his muscles twitching under all his fur.