Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

A signature huffy laugh escaped him. "Who says I was huntin' for you?" he teased, a little embarrassed to have been caught out so easily. He might've tried to play it off as a younger man, but now it seemed pointless to pretend she held any less interest for him than she did.

The story she told was hard for Valiant to follow. He wasn't sure if he was meant to hear it as a parable or as trufaxx™ — he would have to do some more thinking on it when he had the time and attention span.

"Do you agree with her?" he wondered. "That you're prey at heart?"

There was something to be said for that, Valiant thought. They were all prey to something, after all. Dutch would have something poetic to say about the circle of life and symbiosis. Valiant was more interested in hearing such things from the pretty moondoe than from his cousin.