A harsh snort pressed from his nostrils. Carrion did have an expiration date and this had long passed its. But, he choked down another bite, and another. It was garbage compared to what he was use to eating, but it was 'food' in the most basic sense. Right now he had no intention to lose weight. The world might have felt like it had ended, but it hadn't. It kept a spinning, and he kept going with it. After stripping what meat was left from the long dead deer he moved on, needing one hell of a drink.

Nothing tying him down he traveled a lot lately. He had every intent to fill the map in his head, and what else better to do? Recalling the lake he had seen from Windsong Fjord, after his late dinner he figured why not check it out. There would be some freshwater feeding it, and he wondered what those blobs of land in the lake looked like up close. He couldn't even remember the last time he swam nor caught fish. The idea of fresh meat made his stomach buzz happily. What appealed most about the lake was it wasn't blemished with pictures of old.

While the sun was still keeping the evening hot, as his paws hit the small pebbles the breeze blew across the water into his face and there was some sort of serenity to it. On the other hand the islands in the lake were quite the distance away. Golden eyes calculated, and a muscle twitched in his shoulder. He held to the shore, yet to decide what to do next. Though who was he kidding he always pressed his luck, and was seconds from jumping in to make the swim.

The last second when he was about to push off, a voice shot from behind him, and he didn't make to the water. The rogue twirled round without a second thought. Eyes landing on the silver figure of a lady he had never met. It was the teal irises that stood out among her pale coat that held his attention. He couldn't quite decide if they were cold, or warm. Their color made it hard to decipher he concluded.Only another second passed when he realized she had asked him a question.

"Not exactly," he replied in a matter of fact tone. He brought his limbs together in a more parallel manner while he spoke, his faint mask perfectly neutral as always. "But, I've been traveling them for some time. Can I help ya with something?" He hadn't been here, by this lake, but he was growing familiar with the lands better than he had been. If she wasn't from around here, it was quite the land to navigate. It was only because he was polite, and surprised by her sudden, sneaky appearance did he tack on his offer of help. He could make no promises. Those were little things he intended to do away with like a few other of his qualities that meant shit.