Moonstone Quarry Am I handing you mine?

Just like their conversation, they both didn't seem to be going anywhere—instead watching each other at a distance. Almost sassily so, she switched her attention to cleaning her fur rather than speaking to him more. Lucky for her, Tahoe wasn't the talkative type either. But, maybe in this scenario, a little somewhat clarifying chat would've been appreciated. Though she now seemed disinterested, he still wasn't sure if she'd suddenly snap and go mad on him. It wouldn't be the first time, if something like that were to happen to him. At least he learned from that mistake.

He continued to watch her with a furrowed brow as he contemplated what to do. If she wanted to be left alone, fine, he wouldn't put up a fight. He was too tired to protest. 

Mind if I come down? He asked.