Ouroboros Spine If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.

For some reason, he found himself wondering if Zane was talking about Lótë. Perhaps she had been too busy to see him, or perhaps she had been busy tracking the resident herds. Perhaps she wasn't interested in seeing him at all and was putting some space between them; though he hoped that if that was the case, that she didn't feel he made her uncomfortable. The guy was probably a flirt- but in a much more outgoing way than Raimo was. A bit more harmless, he thought; regardlesa, he decided he didn't feel threatened. Zane, as amusing and wry as he was, didn't necessarily see as though he'd be Lótë's type.

Maybe she'll come around. He responded simply, with a shrug. He chuffed at Zane's comment, about the women being 'wound up'. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant- but it didn't ruffle his feathers any. Have you stopped to think maybe they're not wound up, but that you're wound down? he asked with a light smile.