Wapun Meadow “So watch my chest heave, as this last breath leaves me.”

”Is that a trick question?” She joked with a grin smirking up the her side of her jowls. Hell, of course she wasn’t busy. She just admitted she needed a home. So rather than take the question as an insult, the curved the inquiry into a joke of sorts. Well, with an acidic lace.

“How do you get across this river?” She had to ask since he hadn’t showed her the best or most shallow of paths. “Without, well, drowning, or freezing to death.” Otherwise, she’d sure as hell be over there by now.