Drown Into Eyes While They're Still Blind

I know," the grayscale youth lied. In all actuality Row had no idea what she was doing. In Afghanistan she hadn't been old enough to appreciate the hierarchy amidst the dogs, and with the Rossignols things had just been different...

For a second her heart raced again, but with effort Row held back its pace. That was neither here nor there. Lowering her head as if she were diving back into the present, Row produced a hollow sound of agreement. "I don't do much of it myself though -howling that is. I guess I got my mom's pipes because I just end up sounding like a dog" coming from Row it was hardly an insult. She simply recognized and appreciated the significant differences within her. "So I'm always kinda starstruck by others that can do it and do it well." While Row usually wasn't keen on fluff conversation she was even less inclined to tell strangers about her problems.

Finally coming to a stop where she could make a comfortable seat, Row did so before offering more answers. "My brother Warboy and I -we just joined the other day." Rowtag was happy to say so. Of course she was aware that there were those who roamed alone just fine, but she was grateful for the company of her brother.