one step of a million

"I guess?" Wren hadn't noticed a big old storm lately, or many smaller ones. She shrugged her shoulders "I really have just kept to myself the past week..." a subtle admittance she had been mostly alone "been too preoccupied with finding a den, a safe spot to sleep. If there's been bad weather, I bitch about it once and move on." She cracked a smile, even if it was true. She... had been lost in her own little world, seemed like. Sybil seemed to struggle with topics of conversation though.

"I travel" she went on, continuing after a heartbeat "I've seen plenty of weather, experienced plenty of climates... After a while, they sort of mold together?" She grasped for the right words here. Wren had a year on Sybil and more experiences. But the experience would come with aging up, making connections, and finding a place to belong "what brought you here?" She licked the last chunks of meat from her lips before pushing the finished fish to the side. Sybil was more mature for her age than some.

But she was also a yearling, and they could fake it until they made it.

"Speech"