Whitewater Gorge Thorn bush

Walking alot? Briar was more than familiar with that story. His eyes briefly traveled down to his own paws, to the calloused pads and the bone deep ache within.

There's more to hunting than chasing something, although I think there's some overlap in skill between hunting and herb collecting. He muses, not intending to be contrarian.

Her tone lightens and there is an invitation to stay in how she relaxes. It is... nice. Talking to another was nice.

No, not from around here. Not from anywhere really, just a wanderer. His legs folded as he sat back on his haunches. Mirroring her own body language, he still refrains from crossing the gap. What about yourself?