He listened to the costal wolf's words intently, even if they were not the ones he had wanted to hear. By now, everything was in a rose-colored tint- he'd almost forgotten by now Rancor's bitter remarks, too enamored and too hopeful. Nodding to what was first said, Mojave mumbled something along the lines of,
Well, that's closer to what I expected,but seemed to have his mood turned around.
I suppose I'm glad I left it on, then. It's just a token of my time at the boxes, a fond memory to keep with me, but now I suppose it's an identifier too.
Mojave glanced at the snow. As pleasant as the warmth of the fire was, he was aware it was messing with him, and clearly it must've been messing with Rancor, too. He was being much more open than he'd ever seen him, and the better half of Mojave urged him to make their stay there as short as possible.
I think so... There's a reason I'd largely avoid Blizzardclan territory, but when I think I managed myself fine. Once I've dried off, we can get a move on?He tilted his head as he made the offer, pressing his paws into the floor beneath him to try and center his thoughts.
What came next took Mojave off guard again. A woman? What ever did that mean? Was that Rancor's way of justifying how he felt? Was it more of that bitter side that Mojave'd just been shown for the first time? It took him a while to respond in any manner, the crackling of the flame filling the silence in the meanwhile.
Treating me like a woman...?Mojave had nothing to gauge what that meant to Rancor, no reference to compare those words to. Mojave had never seen Rancor around too many women during his time on Ferinine- although, Mojave had also not seen Rancor for much of his time on Ferinine. Perhaps the only time he'd seen Rancor with another, would have been that fox fellow, just before one of their first proper conversations.
What does that even mean? Err- nevermind, actually, I suppose I've asked a few questions in a row now.Something told him he might appreciate those words more if he didn't understand them.

