Stone Circle don't know what you've got till its gone

His question had been innocent enough. One could not fault a boy who had become so lost within the world; he knew nothing about it except the perils, and it didn't help that he lacked a sense of focus. The girl did not appear to like his question - Ty picked up on the sharp tone in her voice and his ears pivoted in to a nervous slant on his head. She wasn't very friendly but she gave him a little more information.

Still, he frowned at the way it was presented. This level of derision, arrogance, and attitude was a rude awakening to the world which had otherwise forgotten him. I get it, you don't have to be so mean about it. He sniped back at her. They were getting off on the wrong foot. The boy huffed and leaned to one side, trying to get a look at the world beyond her silhouette, and in the process he pulled himself out of the muck and on to more stable earth. Being dirty didn't bother Tywyll very much; he had always liked messes and as a lone wolf one tended to pay more attention to the more vital aspects of survival anyway - namely food and shelter, rather than vanity. But he sure was a raggedy creature. Long limbs and a runner's tucked belly, sinewy and thin, plus the dried mud - like some kind of bog monster.

Ty didn't notice his appearance. He was studying his surroundings for a moment and then the girl, although his bright eyes were shifty and filled with uncertainty. He didn't know what to do with himself - or with her. Was she a friend? So far he wasn't convinced. Do you... Have any food? His gaze shifted over her face quickly but dropped away, he wasn't sure if he should say anything to her and risk a lashing from her tongue, but couldn't resist clarifying: Something to spare?