Emberflame Ridge “Don’t nobody love country music- but them lyrics will hit home.”

She ain’t said much a anything from his attempts to not be an outright passerby. Made him feel awkward, almost like he shoulda just stuck ta a regular greetin and kept goin. Her business wasn’t his- maybe she rather had been left alone. She wasn’t even a member of tha Keep- the hell was he doin tryin ya rescue damsels in distress? 

Out of all folk, Mr. Hex was far from a knight in any kinda armor. 

Watching her curl up, the Outlaw felt satisfyied enough ya let her have the  den, knowing should he try even tucking himself in there, she wouldn’t feel any better than he did. Rough winds snatched his fur in even more rambled layers, making him appear just as much of a ruffian as he was. Or well, what he used ta be. Thanks ta Cry, all that had been left behind. 

“Well, see ya around miss -“ he would have addressed her name, but he just wasn’t feeling all that connection two aquatinted would have- like it would’ve been much more distancing to even speak to her, let alone use her name. So he let it fall away, and catch the heavy blows the sky made.

And the ex-outlaw turned, and began to make resume of his trip. Whatever the hell that trip was- so cold out, he might as well just go back home.

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