Hushed Willows Amid a Crashing World

He gave a chuckle of a breath at her seemingly erratic behaviour. Mountains. Coast. Valley. Desert. None of which were quite the answer he was looking for. A placename had been his intention, but, nonetheless, he was sure he could work with this. He gave a brief nod of his head, asking: You from 'round here, lil' thing?
He drew in the air threw his nose. No gang smell, at least, not one that was strong enough to solidify any sort of recent claim. But he was sure these lands were to be full of others. People, like him? Or... the beast that he now was?
But he turned away from the thought and instead focused on the ginger girl. Looking for an answer between those dark, almond-like eyes. Wine-dark gaze searching that of the strangers. Surely this kid wouldn't be out without a parent.
Or, at the very least, a friend, huh?