Call Me Crazy, But...
04-03-2017, 07:31 AM
Natiel seemed amused by his exploits, and perhaps a bit confused as well. Gideon did not begrudge her the vague misunderstanding, when he did not completely understand it himself. She claimed she was glad he did not have a death wish, which forced a dry chuckle from deep in his gut. "Not on most days, no," he shot back, wit uncaring if she did not find his macabre humor very funny. To surprise him further, she had apparently come with an offer. "I want to reach the mountain," she said. "Maybe we could find some food that isn't decaying along the way?" His brows shot skyward and a slow, contemplative smile curled upon his lips. A decent meal sounded good, but more than that he was eager to find a more suitable place to sleep for the night. "Sure, why not?" he said at last. The typically gruff male was intrigued by the woman before him. Frankly, he respected how little she had seemed to care about his presence the night before. Most strangers wanted to talk upon meeting, and ask about family and history and goals, and blah blah blah. He personally wanted nothing to do with any of that, but apparently neither had she. It alleviated much of the pressure he typically (secretly) felt around strangers, and the thought of spending the day with Natiel was free of his typical anxiety. He outstretched a paw and made a sweeping gesture, a bit overdramatic but that was his way. "After you, then. And if you spot any half-decent den sites, let me know?" He gave her a withering look, but one which lacked all malice. In the back of his mind, he hoped she had a half-decent sense of humor, or she might very well end up skinning him by the end of the day. |