Kill The Headlights

Her head shook to his question. "No. I live in the east, in Abaven," she answered softly. Despite him looking away from her, she still watched him, this unique boy even smaller than her, his fur unnaturally beautiful, but dull on his emaciated form. She felt sympathy, and a strange desire: a desire to take this one back to Abaven, like she had with Elthia. But she had a feeling he would not easily trust, and likely would not come with her this time. But another time, maybe. "Where do you live?" she questioned, voice curious but still quiet. If he deigned not to answer, she'd be okay with that.

"Speech"