She gave a long blink, an ear tipped slightly bemused by his head shaking, but when he did not offer she did not ask. The way this conversation was going Lettie would guess it was best left unspoken. Though she didn't feel so worried over tripping over her tongue as she had at first. Whether that was because of Drestig's quiet acceptance of her more shy nature or the fact he was a pack mate she shouldn't let be a stranger she did not know. It was likely a bit of both.

For long while she was just fine hearing the silence, eyes seeing beyond the white snow. Aware he no longer looked onward, she politely pointed her muzzle in his direction, not able to help the shy smile that came and went. There had been a brief moment she had feared she had said too much. His settled voice, agreeing with the idea, brought her smile back. Then she really did have nothing to say. That worry was soon one wasted. There was old blood on the wind, and he seemed to pick it up as well. Where was it coming from? A little puzzled, she took in a long whisk of the breeze. Questions wouldn't keep her from seeing what it was. After all food was food, and she felt fairly confident with Drestig for company. "It seems we have," she agreed. With a smile in turn, she eagerly began to trot, glad to have his company to keep the pests from the kill Oak Tree Bend needed.

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