Ah, so she was unfamiliar with the Clans entirely. Quince shifts his gaze from his company to where they were headed- A vast expanse of snowy white, only marred by a few straying animal trails.
"They probably would," he says offhandedly, not sure if she'd even been looking for an answer to her thought. But it was quiet, and he had nothing else to say to her. Now that they'd made it out of the Twolegplace, he hadn't a clue what to do next. The hunger in his stomach was numb by now, subsiding into an ache and nothing more.
Suddenly, the haggard male freezes and flags his tail to let Rua know to stop as well. His deep orange eyes were on the rounded body of a gray squirrel. It seemed young... Probably scavenging up whatever seeds it had stowed away before the snow came upon them. And it wasn't paying them any attention whatsoever. Quince casts a sidelong look at the molly beside him. He hoped that his look delivered the message he was trying to send-
Don't do anything. Now hopefully she'd just obey!
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Jynx