Hoshor Plains We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight

He was lost in his task for what seemed like hours, only brought out of his trance by the sound of a voice. A packmate, one he didn't know very well. He paused his chewing and lifted his head, his ocean gaze looking her over. At first he considered saying nothing back and returning to his stick; he wouldn't normally consider being so rude, but he was feeling particularly edgy tonight. Still, he imagined the stern look his mother would give him if she were here to witness this, and finally uttered a quiet: Hey. His eyes lingered on her for a few more moments, and then he continued to chew on his stick, using it as an outlet for his anxious thoughts. Occasionally, his gaze would flick to the woman again, curiosity apparent in the blue of his eyes despite his sullen mood. He couldn't help but wonder why she was here and what she wanted.