Blacktail Deer Plateau ≡ Soaked in Gasoline

Much to his surprise the conversation would continue, though, the cat did not show any signs of letting him leave any time soon. His ears turned back against his head and he kept a wary guard about him. If she tried anything he supposed he could at least go down swinging. 

 "To find some peace," his lips drew in a sharp line and he kept his eyes pressed solely upon her. This was not the typical company that he kept. He wagered his own were foreign to her. 


"When I know I'll let you know," He rolled his shoulders into a sort of shrug. There really was no destination. He just wanted to find a moment of peace. He just wanted to silence everything he felt. Why was that so difficult? 
 
 "Where are you going?" Why was he asking? He didn't particularly care. Perhaps he could offer some sort of direction and get past her.