Whitefish River They Will Remember You

Oh, yeah... that makes sense, Eve adds in a nod following his words. His chin tucks towards his dark throat in an attempt to stare at the thick mane surrounding his neck.

Although a wince soon follows as Ira continues, gesturing towards his face and round ears. His ears automatically tuck down to hide themselves. And he's full well how dangerous it is for someone to go after his face. His eye enough a reminder that it's impossible to forget.

But it is her moving around him, and nudging his hind leg that shows him how vicious people truly can be in battle. The snowy woman he saved, for example, battle scarred and only three-legged. He wonders whatever happened to her...

Shaking his head to clear himself of distractions, he settles his mismatched green eyes back upon the roan warrior as she returns to sit in front of him. No rambles came this time, only a firm nod.