Blackfeather Woods My past has tasted bitter

He kept silent, and though as much as she liked not having many questions, not having any was a hard thing for her too. But you are, of course. As long as you do not whine about being hungry. She attempted a joke, a slight raise of the corners of her lips the only real indication of this. This kid brought out the best out of her, and she was not sure she liked that. Being awkward was... awkward, she had noticed, and growing up rather alone... She had not ever felt this way before.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks, sniffing the air more than she had when walking, picking up the faint scent of wild rabbit. She looked to Neo then, gaze asking if he smelled what she did.