Bearclaw Valley to bring a-, to string along!

twitch eyed her for a long moment, as if weighing the request against some unseen measure. conversation—it was a simple thing, always started that way, and yet her gut twisted at the thought of it. it never ended as it began with her. 

still, the woman was nothing if not disarming, her voice spun from the softness of snowfall. her openness felt foreign in a way twitch couldn’t quite name, didn't really want to.

twitch exhaled sharply through her nose, a quiet, reluctant laugh. “not much for conversation, but sure,” she agreed, the smallest flicker of amusement crossing her face.

she drops back on her haunches to sit, flits an ear as she slants her head. “what d'ya wanna know?”