Scar would pause in his tracks, were it not for the shambling stragglers in their wake. Instead, his surprise is contained to a stare down the winding forest path ahead.
"Not for the tea, I presume."
He isn't inclined to take the lead, here. He waits for Heather to form whatever it is she wants to say.
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Scar would pause in his tracks, were it not for the shambling stragglers in their wake. Instead, his surprise is contained to a stare down the winding forest path ahead.
"Not for the tea, I presume."
He isn't inclined to take the lead, here. He waits for Heather to form whatever it is she wants to say.