with a brisk walk Michonne caught up to Tekovaca and slowed to walk beside him. For safeties sake she should have just kept the male in front of her, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to walk behind like some subservient pup. Tekovaca wanted to catch up? Michonne wracked her mind for any past memories of this wolf, but she was unable to recall a single time they had encountered each other. She thought it was just another of this wolfs idiosyncrasies.”You have a strange way of speaking Tekovaca, which leads me to believe you aren’t from this land. Where is your home?”
She stopped at the bank of the expansive lake and lowered her head. A mixture of the fish and Tekovaca had caused her mouth to become dry, it felt like her mouth was stuffed full of fur it was a very unpleasant feeling, one which she planned to fix at once. She lowered her head and guzzled up the water, anyone watching might think the lake held some miracle cure to a sickness that plagued her body. She eyed Tekovaca without pausing in her almost gluttonous consumption of the sweet nectar that filled the lake. Tekovaca seemed like he was well built; and though their attitudes differed she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of stories he had. Thirst finally sated Michonne raised her head and quickly glanced over her shoulder. He would certainly be more entertaining than any current traveling companions she had.