“There is no path here, Caden.” She says it plainly, gesturing to the barren landscape. Although she doesn’t quite relax, his apparent cause and attempt at humor weren’t unwelcome, merely resting her hand over the sheath rather than brandishing it.
“This celebration though,” Her eyes flick to the wound he’s gestured at before quickly meeting his again. Although she derives no pleasure from eating other intelligent creatures he is lucky that they’ve crossed paths after her bloodlust has been quelled. “Why do you celebrate it?”