that girl named tennessee

It was lucky for Scully that the woman approaching used her predatory instincts for a benign endeavor, as he did not notice her presence until the soft and sharp cuss passed her lips. Ears and eyes turned round to take in the green-eyed wolf just in time to witness her recovery from what he assumed had been a trip up on one of this forest's many obvious hazards. It wasn't until she continued that he realized she was more likely injured, but it was clear the other wanted to hide whatever afflicted her. Far be it from Scully to express compassion if not invited to.

His ever-present smirk deepend as he recognized the tone in her voice. It was refreshing, outside of the Dell where the same words would have put him on edge and had him spitting venom in seconds. Here on this new continent, it felt like ties and binds were virtually nonexistent, leaving all the control squarely in his paws once again. He began to navigate the roots and brush between them.

"Sure did, and it's gotten awfully boring," Scully replied with a sigh, as he descended from gnarled wood to cool earth. Silver eyes turned up to meet her's, and he raised a brow.

"What have you stopped for, darlin'?"