LOCKE
She brandishes her knives and if he didn't know her so well, he might've been worried. But Melita has only ever been kind to him. Which begs it's own questions but he's not here to do any soul searching. "Should always have a sharp knife. Never know when you're going to need to fillet a fish or a man." His grin is equally mischievous.
He draws closer to her, sitting down on a rock a few feet away and stretching his legs into the warm water. He takes a moment to soak in the sun and briefly thinks of shifting before realizing how much of a hassle that is around non-attuned. "Got lost in the Wilds, got found in the Wilds. Made my way home. The usual." He rolls his head to look at her properly, "And you? Did the Ark sail while I was gone?"
He draws closer to her, sitting down on a rock a few feet away and stretching his legs into the warm water. He takes a moment to soak in the sun and briefly thinks of shifting before realizing how much of a hassle that is around non-attuned. "Got lost in the Wilds, got found in the Wilds. Made my way home. The usual." He rolls his head to look at her properly, "And you? Did the Ark sail while I was gone?"
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
