Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

He reacted well to her little tail trick and by well she means that he didn’t try to eat her, so that’s a plus. Therefore, it’s a win. She’ll take it. He does seem like a solemn, brooding fellow, perhaps he needs some cheering up. She could do that, but by all means, Pandora is a wretched therapist.

Still, he’s willing to speak with her and that’s good enough. He mentions that he had a home. Had. That’s never good. She wonders what happened. The stories are never fun like hers. Really, her story isn’t the definition of fun either, she just doesn’t let it bother her. She’s been traveling the world (or she was) so she understands his statement about being a loner every so often though. It’s fun when one has no agenda or plan — just rolling with the punches.

So she cups her large ears towards him as she listens and hums out an interested sound. Only he mentions that she smells like a pack wolf — that’s new for her. For she just recently joined the cultist bear pack just south of here.

At that she’s laughing smoothly and rolls her eyes comically. “Yeah, this one just joined a pack recently. Though, usually I’m on my own as well. Comes with being banished ya know.” She states casually with a cheeky smile. 

She does see his pensive expression though and her brows turn up with curiosity. She tip toes towards him once more, rubbing herself along his shoulder casually and draping her tail over his back. Tilting her head up to him with an easygoing inquiry on her tongue and in her eyes.

“Why the long face? What’s bouncing around in that broody head of yours, friend?” She asks, but with a smirk to lighten his mood.