Firefly Ravine what is there to answer if I'm the only one?

the girl — draped in a pelage the mixture of moonbeam pale and swarthy night black — does not answer. at least, not verbally; but she does turn to him and for a moment their gazes brush like a whisper through the tall grasses but the contact does not last. these days far too many things feel like a challenge to scarab, even if he was the one to instigate, and left him with the feeling that he needs to assert his dominance. this was neutral land though: and his place in rusalka's puppy hierarchy ( despite being ranked beneath reyes ) has no bearing out in these unaffiliated territories; and while no one has expressed this to him verbally it's something he feels in the marrow of his bones.

some things are known by instinct alone.

instead of verbally breaching the distance of swampy bank of the rapids as he had, she appears to favor silence and the fact that she hasn't turned and begun to walk away coupling with the clear question in her body language encourages scarab to take liberty once more. ...not that he was particularly seeking permission. if he wanted something: he took it. whether it was a treasure or something as simple and common as a conversation.

what're you doing? he asks her, nosily.