Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

Wise words came from the girl, about not being good, but doing your best, and he raised his brows, nodding. Those some smart words, hun, he grinned. Reckon I'll be comittin' 'em to memory, because, even though his tone was humorous, or teasing, they did strike a genuine chord within him. Something he knew he was ought to remember.
All of 'em? Well, he chuckled. I'm hopin' I won't have three at once, don't know if tryin' mah best would be enough, then, but, I guess ya never know, and he nodded now, agreeing with her last sentence. Life sure was finicky. Found himself not really understanding it all time and time again. Still, though, he'd try, and try again. Knew that, someday, he was bound to find the right person. Bound to find the right life for himself.
Or, at the very least, he'd die trying.

He gave a sigh. You hungry? He asked the girl, taking a step back towards the clearing, where a food cache would certainly give way to their breakfast. Tail flicked lazily behind him.