She mutters something at me and I only grin in return, still prancing around. Seriously, sitting and talking was a waste of time. Sometimes I felt like talking was a waste of time. I always felt like there should be something to be done. Particularly when, due to the nature of politics and the packlands, there was so much to be done. Even if there were not ‘tasks’ for me to do, I was a strong believer in making my own work and staying occupied. It was something Princy Face learned pretty fast, it was something Zelda was going to learn, and it was something this poor soul- I mean beautiful lady- was going to learn. Her protests were only fuel to my fire. It wasn’t that I meant to antagonize others. It was just that… I did.

The girl walks around me, stepping closer than most might have. She seemed to be thinking something, or trying to do something. Dancing just out of my reach I raised a tan brow at her. Did she think I was going to attack her? I was not the violent type. I had zero desire to physically harm her. Or really touch her at all. Again, a waste. But her words made me laugh a bit harder than was probably polite. But it was funny! Me? Hunt? I was not a hunter. My skills towards planning, brute force, and strength and all that. Also not my style. She was reading me all wrong. My body was leggy and lean. What I did have was muscle, but lack of conditioning made me clearly more for running than fighting, brawling and well… hunting. Hunt? That sounds… unpleasant. Nope! Just asking if you were hungry. There is bound to be something around here to eat that won’t make you vomit. Scavenge and stealing was a lot more fun and useful. Little less effort.