Barrow Fields cold day in hell

Heph grinned, she was already enjoying the back and forth and tension in this canine's words. There was cause enough to be wary, but there was only a self-satisfied confidence - the aggression merely coming from that. Laughing she let the surroundings carry the volley of the sound in its own particular way as she responded. "Those are two different words there my fair lady." Her eyes swept, faux appreciation over the face then the shoulders and down the back and to the haunches to the tail and the legs of the other canine. Marking her out, half for memory and practicality and the other half purely for show - not that she had lied exactly either. "Not that I have any problem putting two and two together." She gave an exaggerated wink, to drive home the insinuation. The wind and the uncanny landscape were beginning to feel more enticing with the company to match, a nice parity that had her leaning into the contradiction.

Letting the moment pass she added. "Heph by the way." An easy identification. She had never met anyone else who had gone by that name and she had no use for any more. Those who wished to find her and had her name and description had just about as much luck as if they had more and perhaps even needed a little less. But who had those things rarely concerned her.