Silvertip Mountain the galaxy is just a graveyard full of stars

he took her silence as disinterest, and let a hushed sigh slip past chapped lips as he turned to overlook the territories between him and the coast. boredom slowly began to poke it's ugly head into the overbearing stillness between them, causing the very air to taste dull and dreary. his attention was pulled so much from the angular she-wolf, that he took to swatting a pebble between his paws, all up until the pale wraith finally broke the silence with a few provoking words.

"oh yes!", he declared sarcastically, though kept his face as stoic as he could manage. "i plan to toss myself into the mouth of the volcano in a totally epic sacrifice to my shit eating ancestors", he blurted out with a taunting upwards tug of his lips, tone dripping in friendly mockery all while doing so.