Wapun Meadow I'm young, scrappy and hungry

She turned his way, probably with judgement in the pierce of her stare. Venamis didn't bother to look up or assert himself, in large part because this rogue wasn't worth the effort but primarily because he didn't give a shit about her inevitable small talk that was sure to follow.

Her lips parted, and this was enough to make him roll his pallid eyes.

Instead of some bullshit about the snow being cold or an expression of how she longed the longer days or Summer sunshine, the bi-toned stranger deemed it appropriate to spit a very unexpected question his way. "What?" Ven bit back, appalled at the suggestion that he was some sort of creep. "No. Don't fucking flatter yourself." A snort through flared nostrils then, and he shifted his weight enough to veer around her so he could continue on his way.