Ghost Lion Crag don't worry about him, he's getting fired in the morning.

he was silent, and so she persisted. she tugged at the worst places, first, attempting to move with the same gentleness as her father but occasionally tugging a little too hard. initially inconsistant, her grooming became somewhat more fluid after the first few moment of stretching silence. he really didn't seem to care about anything, at all, and the attitude was so alien it kept her from thinking too much about grooming a stranger. she may as well be picking at a log, and as her movements became routine she didn't seek the break the silence any longer. besides, it was kind of nice, even if the boy didn't seem to register her in the slightest, and reminded her of doing the same to her brother.