She doesn't speculate any further means of return, she'd need to be better fed before she entertained the idea of outwitting the gods. Meanwhile, his compliment stirs a laugh from her, a feeling of warmth alight in her chest that she hadn't felt in a while.
Aha! You flatter me. I'm glad you are well.She slips her paw from the frigid stream and sits up tall.
Admittedly, I have not had many- well, any issues with those I've met on my journies, not really. None that weren't solved quickly at least, a shared meal is the way to most people's better sides, I have found, but maybe I have just been lucky. I have had few conversations go so badly.She squints her eyes as she grins, then lets that amusement roll into a exasperated tone, tinged with a guilty sort of mischief.
But I have had my fair share of trouble with mountain cats and bears.
Forgive a girl for wanting some glory here and there- and a soft fur to sleep on.
They reeeally don't like me. It is tougher when the meal they want to eat is you, and they cannot speak your language.She looks down to him, studying the details of his face, the markings of his muzzle and the scars that sliced through fur and chiseled features.
I am afraid I don't have any plans quite yet, or a direction on where to go. I am as new to this land as you are, though before that, I travelled between villages and aided their people with trade and work of my own, but I... do not know if that is still possible.Her paws gently flex against the soft dirt of the riverbank, pawpads muddied by the silt.