The Settlement? The words burn through his brain. He was going to have to go there soon. He couldn't just live out in the wild, on his own, forever. "I'm aware." He shifts, nervous, as he rolls his shoulder in feigned disinterest. "I prefer to.. hunt, yes. A fresh meal is always best." Once again, he tries to ignore how much he feels like a sheep in the presence of a wolf. He's still unsure of her, best to keep her in his line of sight. He doesn't even turn his head all the way to see where she is looking, nodding a bit.
"It's rare for there to be nothing happening. So maybe it's for the best we get to enjoy it." Right? Right. Yeah, sure. He gives a bit of a laugh, coated with unease. She introduces herself with a little mock bow and he's unsure of how to handle it. So he mirrors her bow, "Name's Feral." Has he ever told anyone that? No, probably not. What kind of name was Feral anyway? But Silas was long dead.
"It's rare for there to be nothing happening. So maybe it's for the best we get to enjoy it." Right? Right. Yeah, sure. He gives a bit of a laugh, coated with unease. She introduces herself with a little mock bow and he's unsure of how to handle it. So he mirrors her bow, "Name's Feral." Has he ever told anyone that? No, probably not. What kind of name was Feral anyway? But Silas was long dead.
