Emberwood nothing ever made you complete

he hears, faintly, steps, his ears twitching toward the source a moment before a stranger's voice rings out. quiet, like his steps. atwood turns, taking in for a moment the slim, lithe figure. he's strangely beautiful, atwood thinks neutrally, and turns back toward the hare he'd been tracking, now surely vanished. 

"yeah," he says, "i'm taking a trip. don't know how long it'll be, so." shifting slightly, he looks back at the stranger and says, "you?"