The young woman was reserved, listening in polite interest, seemingly happy enough to let him go on without much pause. When finally she did speak, it was with a bewildered amusement, like she was trying to make sense of his words; Fitting them into her own picture of things... He glanced over her with his own brow wrinkled in quiet speculation, was her shyness caused by some bad experience within the Bend? The black lad would like to think Triell would not allow someone to feel excluded in his pack - despite their strong family bonds - but then again, he hadn't been here for that long, who knew...
He shook his head lightly; Now don't let your thoughts run wild! Wolves were different, this pale girl might just be the quiet sort; and nothing wrong with that. Focusing on her words, the boy chuckled warmly, considering a flirtatious answer along the lines of: "Of lovely maidens, always." But he abandoned the idea, leaving his low laughter and a little nod as answer enough.
When she spoke again, the lad's smile grew curious; her agreement was subtle, seemed everything about her was, but she did sound genuine in her mild praise. Her final comment took him by surprise, its poetic nature as if pulled out of the clear air, but the way she said it, eyes trailing off the way his own had done, seemed so fitting to her character, to the situation... For a long moment the black man simply followed her gaze silently, smile small and thoughtful; No, they probably shouldn't.
Drestig was not a philosophic nature, but he was not completely abandoned of romanticism and her words did strike a chord in his wanderer's heart. Glancing back at the white girl, he wondered if she too had a thirst for traveling; it seemed an odd pairing with her silent presence, but not completely unthinkable. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a low voice, the playful flirting now gone from his tone, though it was still warm; "I think I will then." Scouting seemed a fitting duty, allowing him to serve his new home without tying himself down. As the words left his maw, a scent was carried to them on the cool breeze, filling the soot colored man's nostrils as he took his next breath; Ah, FOOD! Smiling broadly, he lifted himself up, ready to follow the alluring smell; "Seems we've been blessed with a more than suitable replacement for your lost rabbit." He grinned, mouth already watering at the prospect of biting into the elk meat.
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