Larksong Grotto Lately, I find myself throwing stones

The name was not familiar to him. He paid little attention to packs, especially in the past few months. He had been lingering further inland as of late, breaking away from his usual habit of lingering near the shores. He noted their location in his mental map, . He chuckled softly at her flurry of questions, but took no offense from it. My name is Athanasius, and I am a wanderer, He tipped his head to her in greeting. I came here becamse I was curious, His hunger had been sated for a while, and he felt no urge to attack the woman and bathe in her blood. A blessing to her, the fire-swathed girl, but he kept that fact silently locked within him.