Ankyra Sound Waltzing the waves,

I'm not chinese. "Well, you're not very nice either," Sunhawk retorted under his breath, just quiet enough Umbra was unlikely to hear him. To complement the underhanded dig Sunhawk flashed a ten-thousand kilowatt smile, bright enough to blast the crusty right off this old crab.

Her question was silly but Sunhawk had the wherewithal to not yell that. Wolves were pack animals. It was in their best interest to not be alone. Didn't she know that? Did she hit her head when she fell too?

"Um. Hm." Cue Nathan Fillion 'think.gif'. "I think my ribs are broken." Sunhawk hadn't ever played the pity card, but he was considering it. "I think I might die. Maybe." Okay, dramatic - but Sunhawk enjoyed being on this side of the dirt thank you.

"I dunno. I never really thought about it, but we're both loners right? I got a friend and I follow him sometimes but, it's just lonely. You like being alone? You're the odd one. You may not be chinese but you're strange, girlfriend."