Mama, What am I Without You?

Ghoul was happy to relax by the warmth of his fire until the shore washed up something else. It wouldn’t take long until he heard paws upon sand. One eye opened just enough to watch the patchwork girl approach. Her rugged accent had him intrigued and while he rather be alone, he wouldn’t deny companionable company either.

“More or less,” he replied as he pushed his own paws upward until he was sitting. “You can join, if you’d like,” his voice is a soft though tense rumble as he shifts until he was comfortable. “Don’t have much to offer other than heat,” Ghoul’s ruby gaze turns to the antlered girl with an empty expression that somehow also appeared interested.