Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

He didn't need pity. Wouldn't spite her for it, but he'd be honest with himself and know that the thought of it prickled up his spine and gathered in his throat in a way that made him wildly uncomfortable. Dunno, was all he gave as an answer, shrugging his shoulders as they went.
I'm mighty proud of ya, Elowyn, he said. His tone was genuine. Warm. He looked to her and nodded. 'S good, too, that ya've found someplace to stay. Means ya've got them survival instincts, a'least, see, maybe that was what you truly needed to survive. He hummed.
Closer they got, until they were within the clearing, and Barrett was headed towards the carcass that he and Sega had taken down just a day or so prior. When he found it, he took a chunk for himself, and with a lazy flick of his tail, invited Elowyn to do the same. When she did, he would turn to head back to the clearing, where they could soak up some sun and eat and converse.
All those lovely pack-ish things.