Sunset Valley Under the moon

"Alright." She didn't mind walking with him, he seemed friendly enough, but intrigued Quest as well. The way he spoke was unfamiliar, the more he did, the less she understood though. Walking beside him, she simply listened and stared forward, eerily silent through their conversation.

She wasn't one to voice out too much, and when he went silent for a moment, and looked at her, she felt the need to say, "I am used to the north. I imagine the winter. It is the mind, over matter." Her fur dense, but she seemed to never sweat. It's not that she doesn't, but chose to ignore it. Quest thought the results of her mild demeanour showed the results.