we'll never be royals

"we all speak in our own ways" Bee replied kindly, giving a nod to the raccoon. even if Guile did not speak outwardly, he still had thoughts and actions that directed him toward his own path. sometimes, all one had to do was listen very very carefully to hear the voices. the woman asked though if she lived here, stating that it had been only herself for a while until her companion tagged along. the greenette shook her head with a faraway smile. "no, I am only traveling through." she debated what else to tell Toril. maybe she would be a good candidate for her band...

but she also did not like to push.

Willoughby looked away when prey was mentioned. her eyes strayed to the rocky wall, knowing that perhaps some were hiding within the crevices. it made for good shelter against the beating sun, though, and she felt the prey was smart hiding there. she could smell the small critters. a few mice and some lizards perhaps. "the desert has many hidden gems; though it may be easier for the packs. they know where to hunt best. why don't you try the rocks, Miss Toril? there could be some mice there." if the woman was hungry, she offered a solution.

"do you have plans to join a pack? there are many in this realm" she asked gently.