Emberwood cruel canvas

Her gaze followed where he gestured as she nosily chewed up the bone shard. Somewhere out over there, all right then. Briefly she wondered if he had been apart of some shred of a pack, but ultimately thought better of it. Pasts weren't really that interesting anyway, at least to her. Her past was riddled with boring nonsense and someone would have likened it to a childhood that was suspiciously absent. And to speak of it would have only brought questions as to what she was doing in the present, not that his next question didn't poke into that at the moment. It had been a while, but she wondered what kind of conversational magic she could work.

Swallowing roughly, Echelon noted the weariness in his body following his question. Maybe small talk bored him. Maybe he was a reject from one of the packs. "I think you know the answer to that. We're one in the same," she mentioned with a humored huff. They were a pair of mangy loners through and through. She continued to snap off bits of the bone, trying to find something of proper taste in them. So far, it was next to nothing. He hadn't returned to the ram at all, which prompted her to address it again. "Thanks for sharing a bit of this. Don't stop on account of me." Contentedness with her own lot hummed in her tone.