Iktome Plains And all the storms you've been chasin'

The Bull does not care who she is, regardless of their past similarities. Though she may have been a minion of Cry’s, he is freed from those bonds. An exhale is all he offers in response to her name, halting in his action yet not dropping the bird from his grip.

Brave she is, however, for treading another foot nearer him. Plans? The beast gives a single shake of his massive head; no, no exact plans. He waits for the next to pick him up off the road, or perhaps he will have to force his way in if the thought appealed to him one day.