Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

for a moment she is set to abandon her cause and leave this drab little lion to his lonesome, but some trick of hers seems to have worked well enough. her curiosity resparked, she leans back toward him, easing her elbows. "just got here a lil while back," she says, and though she tries to flash another grin it falters, and so she pushes on. "i was travelin' with a - a friend an' i lost her." the coywolf says friend like it causes her pain, and maybe it does, though if that's borne of guilt or of double entendre is hard to tell. still, she allows herself to look sorrowful for another moment, before turning her gaze up to the quarry's walls. trapped, the lion boy suggested. she laughs: "ain't no way we're stuck for good," a change of subject with the confidence of the overly self-assured - especially given she'd just fallen from that trecherous ledge not an hour ago (and he knows this too!)