Rising Sun Valley a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

He answered her commentary with silence and for a change of pace, Echelon was thankful for it.  She found it increasingly difficult to keep up with trying to play nice, as though her overall condition had magically improved from the few minutes ago before they had encountered one another.  To entice him would only serve to pit them against each other and somehow, she knew the odds were unfavorable.  And as it were, there wasn't any Tonravik then to come save her from disaster, or mend whatever torn swatch of fur come free from her hide.  And in a way, Echelon hated that she had to choose her battles.  Much like she had to choose what prey she scavenged after or chased down.

Absently, she licked at her chops.  Eventually she'd be free of his kindly escort.

And sure enough, within a few more miles and some indeterminable amount of time, she was released of his company and left to venture other climes.