Silver Creek All My Tears Have Been Used Up.

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Every so often, Mohan's face would lower to the rocky shoreline, his nose just grazing the smooth surfaces to catch a whiff of anything that would be deemed interesting. His slouching, ambling gate perhaps gave a sign of his age, but he was no elder. The thought crossed his mind briefly and a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his maw. His mother would scold him for such posture, but alas, that was neither here nor there. 

His nostrils were filled with the scents of autumn and thus when a voice suddenly broke the silent ambiance, Mohan jerked to a halt, eyes immediately scanning until they landed on a figure not too far away: a lithe female, the shades of gray along her coat clearing standing out against the brighter hues. Were those brown eyes or did they just glow a bit brighter because of the sunlight? How did she sneak up on him? 

The smirk transformed into something like a scowl of annoyance, though Mohan was reprimanding himself for letting his guard down. Just because this place seemed peaceful...

Was she talking about his appearance? The scowl remained in place as he rumbled a response, his throat feeling a bit dry from lack of use as his eyes scanned over her. "Have they been underfeeding you?" He responded, clearly stating her thinner figure. The "they" was insinuated. "Certainly you're not on your own." Very rarely did a loner or rouge look as well-kept as her.