there is no pity where there is fear

As Asa comes to walk beside him, he takes notice of her smaller stature for a moment. It was no wonder some had taken her for granted, but it was clear she was capable of proving her own. Xurek admired that in his own silent way. Also polite in a sense that he knew how to mind his manners, his green-blue gaze draws from Asa out to their surroundings. He listens to his hooves trample the grass in the same way the buffalo hooves do. How the fox slinks through the grass following a rabbit. Birds admiring the early morning sun dry the dew from their feathers. Yes, this place was pleasant, perfect for grazing.

His ears listen to Asa's words, a silent nod of confirmation at what she described. Her question is met with a lifted brow and a musing of a smile. "Have you not already chosen such?" Xurek questions. Was he teasing her? Perhaps, but not in a mean way, he would never dare. "Blood and war are the spine of the world. We cannot exist without scars and conflict," he adds on, glancing over at Asa to see her reaction.

Xurek Namorn