Greedy Bones

The voice that reached her was harder in nature though not necessarily unkind. The growling baritone had Bellamy’s hackles rise at first, processing the words actually spoken, however, the female let her fur flatten. She shifted on her paws and exhaled breathily through her nose as she tried to decide if his offer was some sort of trap. Bellamy wasn’t afraid to fight if it came down to it… but she’d rather not. Emotionally she was drained and it had her motivation for such actions lowered… plus he was right; it was only a matter of time before the heavens opened up and let down the rain.

“Far too cold.” The woman complained, edging just a bit closer to the fire. She didn’t slip into a resting position yet though, gaze trailing around at the strangely marked walls as her nostrils flared. Her body language, while being more relaxed than she was initially, showed signs of unrest.

“Do you live here?” Bellamy asked suddenly, gaze shifting back to him. “...and the fire… who taught you how to do that? I thought only those of the mountains knew the tricks of making a blaze.” While she wasn’t relaxed at least Bells was attempting a conversation. Curiosity burned at her… could this man have hailed from the same homeland as her father?