Thankfully, by some manner of grace, she seemed to willing to stop questioning him, albeit reluctantly so, when it came to his odd actions. All she did was label him as weird, and pout a little bit about his secrets, but there were no further questions. Nori did sound as if she were genuinely concerned about him being cold though, which, he already was. The mountain breeze had been a bit chilly, but pleasant before. Now though, he was in fact cold. But it was a sensation Jethro relished, for it took his mind off of other things.
He thought he heard her mutter something under her breath in the midst of that, too, but couldn’t quite make it out. He did hear her following him though, and cast a quick glance back, but maintained his otherwise quick pace. ”Made it through shit that was much worse on my own, before. I’ll be fine,” he muttered curtly, hoping to end the topic there. And he had. This shit was like a damned stroll through the woods compared to some of the torment he’d been subject to before. Although Nori was nice to have around and had proven herself one to keep her word to this point, there was nothing preventing that from changing. Some day, he was sure, she would no longer want him around, then this would end. And then he’d be on his own again.
If he could gain an alliance out of it, though, that would be enough. Perhaps, then, it would also be best not to stay for too long, and wear out his welcome. Assuming he was welcomed, anyway. That either of them were.
It didn’t take them too long to find the source of the scent, a discarded elk carcass just a short ways away from the stream, and down a little bit of a slope. The kill looked to be recent, and perhaps only slightly picked over. There was life up here, Nori mused, joining him as they looked over it. She placed a paw on its stomach, which had swollen up a little bit. Green eyes looked over the deceased creature’s torso, noting that there were no immediate and recent wounds. A wealth of scars of various sizes marred its hide, though, making it evident this creature had seen several years of life. Although it could’ve been from decomposing, the skin and fur around its face and neck looked ragged and droopy, telltale signs of aging
”Too old to go on, probably,” he spoke after a short delay, although he wasn’t too sure if Nori had been seeking an answer. Idly, he wondered how many years of life it’d seen. How many encounters with predators it’d survived, how many offspring it had sired, only to end up dying here, alone and forgotten. A symbol of fate at its finest, a destiny that would befall everyone, eventually.
The thoughts lingered for a moment longer, before he shook them away, and lowered his head to tear at the shoulder. Not as good as the deer, but it was free, and he was not picky.