Greedy Bones

The woman spat curses here and there. She was an angry creature, that was certain. She spoke of someone named Whiskers telling her that her mouth would get her in trouble and he had to agree. She went on and on about the topics that he'd broached and still, she never seemed to calm. With a chuckle, the big man rose and went back around to the far side of the fire to rummage in a bear skin sack.

From the other side of the fire, the woman gave her name, but only after commenting on the strangeness of his own. "Where I come from, my name is strange too. Don't know what my parents were thinking." 'Thinking' somehow had a K on the end and turned into 'thinkink', but that was just the way he spoke. 'What' was 'Vhat.' 'Is' was 'ees.' He knew that his way of speaking would be different from the wolves around here, but it didn't bother him one bit. He was what he was and if you didn't like it, you could take a long walk off a short cliff.

Bellamy spoke of the injustices in the world and spoke of a place in particular called Lyenne and the things that had been done there. A dark look crossed over the man's face as he turned to her and his tones were low. "Worse things have happened. Much worse. The world is full of injustice. It's easy to be bad and so very much harder to be good. You cannot let the bad of the world consume you or the bad ones are winning." He had been a bad one, and then the bad ones had chewed him up and spit him out. Now he was a good one. Or so he thought.

Finding what he was looking for, Sparhawk moved back around the flickering fire and handed the woman a flask. "Much too tense. Drink." Inside was some of his favorite mead. A few drinks and Bellamy should be feeling much more at ease. That was, if she decided to let herself go, which he hoped she did.