Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

And once again he managed to weave a believable story, a slight upturn of his lips in a half-smile at Meeka's choice of words. He could almost see the gears turn when the small female thought out the next question. Follow him around? Now that was an interesting idea, though of course it could lead to the possibility he'd look like an incompetent halfwit when she realises he has no idea what he's actually doing. He rose, cutting the short distance between them and began a slow circle of the slight girl. Like a side-kick? He took his time walking around her, weighing the options here. The empathetic streak that ran through him wished to provide help but what sort of burden would another hybrid that didn't even know about borders be? He returned to her front, looking down his nose when he spoke. I don't expect to have it easy this winter, why should I have to look after you too? Despite the harshness of his question he quietly hoped the runt would at least come up with a believable excuse. Companionship when facing a lone winter was probably not a bad idea. Speech