Deepwood Weald even the heather's crimson red

"I suppose if I had wanted that, I would have met you with tooth and claw. Now that I consider it," he went on to rejoin, "it's a tempting idea... but tiring. I just don't have the inclination to pick on the damned today. You seem like you've had enough anyway." He doubted he would be wrong, if the apathy and noteable disconsolate expression were spot on. His tail flicked at his hocks then, but he made no move to further investigate or aid the stranger—that apathy was infectious—beliving to some degree that he was still quite capable of helping himself.

"What brings you inland? The sea salt gives you away from quite a distance."

sorry for the delay and the tiny post. work's slaughtering me and i lack major time. :(