â€œI see,â€ Beyt said calmly. â€œThatâ€™s quite amazing, really. Some days itâ€™s quite some time before we find a good kill.â€ Their pack may have lived in a forest area, but that forest was slowly dying. However neither of them said that.<br/><br/>Unlike Beyt, Gimmel did not have the intention of getting too friendly with these wolves. In truth he was only being nice so he could leave without any unnecessary trouble and get something to eat. He was always one to take advantage of a situation, putting on a bit of an act as you will, even he was grateful for their hospitality. When he spoke, he said what needed to be said to avoid too much trouble or seem suspicious. He was still very much on edge and always seemed to plan his next move no matter how last minute it was however he was not always as rash as Beyt could be. Sometimes Beyt acted without thinking, and that got them both in trouble. He supposed they were not only siblings because of blood, but because they were almost yin and yang despite what was displayed on the surface.<br/><br/>A chuckle escaped him when Jhene spoke, asking of dreams. â€œDreams arenâ€™t supposed to make sense; they scream from your subconscious with silent messages, often suppressed thoughts as well, and come off a jumbled mess. As far as Iâ€™m concerned, however, itâ€™s none of your business what I dream about.â€ He spoke true but his tone was somewhat bitter. He didnâ€™t know them and he had no intentions of being an open book, making that loud and clear. Dreams were personal, hardly made sense, and often did send messages. Sometimes he did dream about strange things that didnâ€™t make sense but he always brushed it aside and went on living even if they really did make him feel uneasy, especially after what the Prophet had told him. However he decided to just dismiss it. Beyt on the other hand did seem a bit worried about it though she made no note of it to the other wolves.<br/><br/>Gimmel had only caught on to it because they were siblings.<br/><br/>Beyt shook her fur and went to lay against a nearby wall for a bit. Now that she has gotten something to eat she would sleep for a bit. Gimmel didnâ€™t follow right away, however. He watched her for a moment before he actually decided to join her, keeping an ever watchful eye out especially on Fatal. The silent types were dangerous; those who were all talk were just that. However, Gimmel was not the obvious observer; he was subtle and took everything in slowly. Unlike Beyt who always seemed to have curiosity glimmering in her eyes, he would rather play it cool and be patient. His body language showed he was relaxed while he rested but he was on edge however.<br/><br/>He had a hard time trusting others and for good reason, Beyt knew. Especially after what happened between their pack and a rival pack back home, as well as a few rogues they have met in the city on the border of this horrendous tundra and the Western mountains. These were tough times and survival was the law. You did what you had to do and that was that; she supposed that was why Gimmel was the way he was most of the time. He seemed to know what to do to survive. Honestly she wasnâ€™t sure if she had what it took to survive like he did. Knowing her luck she would be killed, and it would be her own damn fault.<br/><br/>â€œWe will be on our way once weâ€™re rested enough.â€ Gimmel said suddenly. â€œWe wouldnâ€™t want to overstay our welcome.â€ Beyt only nodded in agreement to what her brother had said.