Lone Star Mountain III

the look ego returned to the she-wolf's statement was one of pure astonishment, before it turned to outright derision. "i was not worried for my safety," ego snorted, with rolling eyes and a dismissive turn of his muzzle from the vantablack loner. he did not bother to expound on his own about what he meant, but looked sidelong at the brave bird again when she asked if he was here for the scenery.

"enjoy?" he repeated in disbelief. "i do not enjoy vantage points, i only use them." he couldn't understand this wolf, and a thousand questions about her seemed to float through his mind: what was with her? what kind of lala land was she living in? why did she smell so nice?

the young shadow shifted uncomfortably, and tried to clear his lonely thoughts of any interest in knowing her further.