Sunset Valley Under the moon

Although he asked for conversation, Kincaid was a somewhat taciturn creature, and didn't blame Echo for being somewhat reticent herself. After all, he was the one asking for conversation, so it made sense he ought to be the one to provide it.

"There's more than like t'be some rabbits in the willowbrush," he said, pointing his nose toward some brush in the distance. "Why don't we walk?"

He was walking already, black nose twitching in the breeze. He didn't have any topics in mind, but conversation came to him easily enough. "Boy, I tell ya — these summers is gettin' hotter e'ry year. Jus' a few weeks back I was further south and it was scorchin', so I come up here hopin' things'd cool down. But sure as anythan', my whiskers is still burnin'."

He looked to the shewolf to see if she would have anything to say about that.