Sleepy Fox Hollow winter ghost

Mockery was not what Gin was attempting to do in her statement. She had merely been assuring the other individual that she was not concerned with a flash of teeth or the lunge of a stranger. It did not matter the size of her opponent; she was capable. Still, it could have easily been misconstrued in the delivery. That didn’t matter much to her either. This person would be one flashing face in a sea of many along her path. If she did not settle in the same pack, Ginsberg did not expect that she would see this individual again. Even still, the shadow-cloaked female did not know that she would settle for any pack in that area. At least, not yet.

“I suppose you’re right. Food does seem to make people happy,” she agreed with a thoughtful expression. It was either the one thing that brought souls together, or it was a large factor in tearing them apart. For all that she had seen, Gin knew that she was one to fight tooth and nail against any who would attempt to steal her hard-earned dinner. To see it so freely offered had been a peculiar thing. “You from around these parts?”