The Dawn has No Patience

Raven had the notion to scoff at this russet offering her conditions. But again, humility pressed her forward, and she asked (axed),

"What is your condition? "

Ears flicked in his direction, pinpointing her intrest in the conversation. She had nowhere else to be, but if he desired to keep wasting her time by talking, she was going to have to leave him.
It wasn't a hostile move, yet she had to reach these woods as soon as she could. Who knew what lay for her at the Black Feather?
She wouldnt be able to find out, if she couldn't get there.