Hoshor Plains You've made your worst mistake here, might be your last one too

Suddenly, the stranger popped out and asked a question that made him quirk his brow. He had never thought himself fat, but maybe he had gained some weight. He appreciated how direct she was. My pack keeps me fed. He responded, soon following up with queries of his own. Why are you so thin? Are you not fed?

She didn't carry the scent of other's. Chaudry could only assume that she was a wanderer of sorts.

Tilting his head, he checked for the scent of a carcass. This girl needed some more meat on her bones, and even if she did not care for it, he needed a snack.