Huntington never gave anything away that would eventually lead to incrimination. Even her own name was rarely given, and she went by others even if she settled on one for now. Rose. A simple enough name to recall – for others to recall that is. She had no qualms about making up more. The point was, she was naturally cautious and suspicious of others. The boy’s polite demeanor did nothing to shake her stone wall. Though she supposed she could pluck information out of him if she gave him a bit herself. “No; I have just arrived” the fellow yearling stated. With her coat free and dry of water, she also supposed it was not very apparent. “Rose” she gave him, finding no merit in gifting him her true name.
Her yellow gaze tore from the boy to the surrounding area. “I was forced to flee when the eruption happened” her precious swamp, the ‘home’ she had attempted to make for herself… lost. She closed her eyes briefly as if mourning it, though it was more like she was furious in her own way. “is the north safe?” Huntington knew she would have to seek shelter. Be it alone or within a community in the area. Abaven was a possibility, for she had already heard and met with them. Though whether she would be not known; they had been close to the mountain as well. Perhaps they fled. Perhaps they perished. The boy, Eliphas, seemed to have found a little spot far from the trouble. If she was a brute and violent, she would take it away from him by force.
Though without her guard, she was woefully weakened.
