Raven's Watch quoth the raven, nevermore

"no" came Huntington's simple reply before she allowed some silence to come between them. a ghost of a smile etched across her features before it disappeared completely. "I had just come from Diaspora" hunting did not cross her mind yet. she had eaten before setting foot in the Teekons and oft would go long hours before eating. she had too much on her mind to be reminded of substance. "their version of a welcome party... was amusing." and so very disappointing.

perhaps the stranger's manners sparked something in Huntington to share? the woman did not seem the illogical one. idiots were always a bane of her existence. "suffice to say; I am seeking a house" not a home, for nothing was permanent in this day and age. and she also refused to play home with others. respect was earned, a home was fought for. she did not fight for any pack so far. she was no ward to any community.