that girl named tennessee

Whatever was plaguing her did not fade away, regardless of her perseverance. Scully remained aware of her state just in case it quickly deteriorated, he didn't need to be held responsible for a very unfortunate series of events should her legs give out or something of the ilk. Still, the majority of the young man's attention was focused squarely on her feeding of his ego. She mentioned her pack, the wolves whose scents lingered with her presence Scully assumed, and had she not adequately flattered him he might've dipped out of the woman's presence at that point. If she was as injured as the hints of pain betrayed, he might be getting roped into going far closer to claimed territory than he wanted to. As it was, he'd at least hear her out.

"Always a price for a gem's time," he sighed, teasing the green-eyed girl with feigned resignation. His crooked smile returned swiftly.

"What're we gonna be lookin' for?" he hoped it was something simple, but the upcoming winter could mean several things. Caches needed bolstered, both meat and herbal; small prey or flower pickin' would be right up his alley. The former would be ideal, actually, his stomach reminded him, but unless he wanted to flake out he was at the nameless stranger's whim.