Bitterroot Valley sundowning

though ezra himself has offered little in the way of conversation himself, his gaze cuts to the other man, noting the way the quiet wraps 'round him like a cloak. hanging back. ezra had gone through several phases of aggressive isolation and he cannot help but wonder if his aura was ever as unsettling.

ear twitches, gaze trailing back to twitch at her question. was he hungry? not particularly. a small yawn splits his jowls, teeth clicking together when they snap back shut. maybe a hunt was just what he needed to shake off the lingering and stubborn vestiges of sleep.

i'm not hungry but i vill hunt with you. he offers.