Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

I don't think we had a thread together back then but I definitely liked reading his threads! Fade maybe with your next post? :D

As their conversation (or lack thereof) seemingly plateaued, Echelon sensed that she was arm's length away from being let go. It was a small ego boost for her, as her last few conversations had been tiresome to a degree. Having been a solitary creature for so long, she found the difficult in conversing. She should have been in truth, because there was resolute safety in numbers. Survival depended on those numbers, more or less, and she was scrounging around for mere necessities.

"More or less," she admitted, though that decision was more than likely to be made once she got there. It was hard to say what she intended to as far as things went. Finding scraps or leftovers had come as she needed it, just as finding a safe place to bed down for the crisp nights that were yet to come. Knowing that the female was only doing what she needed to do — that in itself, admirable — she decided to impart a decision in return. "Feel free to follow me at a distance if you'd prefer."

Not waiting for a reply, the dark-haired canine chose to venture onward then.