Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

It made sense. Yeah, he couldn't have a throne, but his blood was the product of royalty.
Perhaps he'd make his own throne in this land.
She smiled back, thinking. She hadn't got much to say. She wasn't very good at conversations.

He didn't seem very enthralled about it though. So perhaps she shouldn't bring it up again.
She laid down, licking her lips. Hungry.
"What are you doing now?" she asked. Was he hunting, or looking for a pack. She had no idea, but hoped it involved food.