Take my loaded gun away
03-23-2016, 10:31 PM
It was clear by Rivaxorus' reaction when he turned around to face her that he recognized her as well and seemed to be happy to see her. She smiled then and would follow his lead to settle on her haunches across from him, her brown and orange tipped tail curling around her. Her silver gaze glanced over his form. He was looking very well. She wondered if that had anything to do with the pack scent that lingered on his fur. She could be wrong, but it seemed like a different scent than from what she had smelled on him the last time they spoke. Her eyes came back to his dual toned gaze at his question and she chuckled softly. "About as well as the wilds ever treat anyone I suppose," she commented with a small shrug. "I haven't struggled by any means, but I can't say I've been living comfortably either. How about you?" She didn't mind the idol small talk. She didn't have company too often these days. She really thought that might be the worst part of living as a loner. She could fend for herself in fighting and hunting and she even knew a few basic healing methods that she had gathered from watching her mother, but there was nothing she could do about the loneliness. |