Bearclaw Valley the valley of unrest

oh. this isn't the reply she expected. she only has the canned question, and nothing more; she stares at him, unsure of what to do or say next. the silence is less awkward for her and more annoying, for she could be doing anything else right now, and yet she stands trying to sort out words for this fellow.

isn't he a guardian, anyway? so let him follow along and guard the borders with her.

Avicus turns and begins to tread the boundary line again, without another word to the odd-eyed man. perhaps he'd follow, but maybe not. she will find with time that her unsettling quiet is more of an advantage than not. she doesn't need to make friends, after all.