A quiet evening

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the still air of tension seemingly dissipates between them. she wisely defuses the situation at hand and seats herself; another bold move to make given their circumstances. she aimed to make up for it maybe-, delivering to a him a smile he doubted was authentic. he takes it in, binary eyes scanning her face as if to note down her every feature. she finally did respond to his prior question.. and here he assumed she was just not a good neighbor. he disregards her name as it felt unimportant to know; in fact, he does not offer his own in clear efforts to keep then unacquainted for now. "What packs are here in this land?" he had to speak wisely as she seemed to get ahead of herself. indirectly seizing information from her & in other words, hoping to identify where she came from. for his own reason of course.

he would await her answer as he towered over her still. his ears cupping forward to catch her speech as he contemplated leaving soon- no longer wishing to keep her or himself here any much longer. this meet was not one short of interesting.. but all the same, it was wasteful.


"talk" 'think'