Emberwood Trojan war

She didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked her own. The stranger thought that this was rude and irritating, and for a moment he contemplated chasing her away. His stony fur prickled, but he wound up being silent for a long while. He wasn't going to answer her either, not that there was anything for him to say. He did not have a name, at any rate.

"Is that why you're following me? To know me?" There. She had answered his question with a question, so he would do the same. Despite being lonely and use to a wild detachment towards his kin, he was not stupid or without his wiles as a conversationalist. His mother, once upon a time, had been royalty, after all.