Great Bear Wilderness Or Steepy Mountain Yields

Another stretch of moments where the Huntsman deliberated leaving her to her lonesome, which came across to Savitr as something she desired. It was true that there was much he could be doing other than having what felt like a dull, one sided conversation with a woman who was not playing the game by humoring him. There were plenty of indications that she wasn't into conversing — idly, he wondered if she was this way with every fellow canine she came across or if he was some sort of special case; still, he persisted. It was annoying his persistence. In most cases, however, it tended to pay off. After all, he would not have became a Huntsman if he did not have an unquenchable drive. His life would have been piled miles high with accepted failures. Simply put, Savitr did not believe in giving up. When she did speak to him her voice was monotone and if he had to think of it in terms of attractiveness not very. Right ear twitched with an errant laziness, brows rising slightly in surprise that she had finally broken her silence and spoke to him. So she can speak, Savitr teased her light hearted, not sure if she would find it as amusing as he but not caring all that much.

Humor was apart of his charm and if a woman didn't have a sense of humor than she wasn't worth his time. After all, he could not imagine spending time with anyone who could not endure and return his gentle teasings and jests. I don't scare that easy, you know, He told her with a simple shrug of his shoulders. He was rather used to ultimate bitches, though he did not expect her to magically know that. He did not speak those words specifically, but his nonchalance suggested that it was nothing new for him.