Carrion's eyes switched over to her. He recognised the shaky steps she took while climbing across the roof- this must have been one of her first shifts. He didn't say anything, though. And your name? he looked her over as well, but didn't gape. She was beautiful indeed, he noted. The coyote wasn't all that interested in females, though. He leaned back against the wall and looked up at the sky again. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but most of the stars were obscured by the huge streaks of light created by the northern lights. He shifted position so she could get a better seat, the bones linked in his fur rattling softly. He smiled at her and picked up his pack, rummaging through it for a moment. More bones clicked around in the bag- if one peered over his shoulder they'd see that the bottom had a large amount of broken bone shards and old metal tools used to shape them. He finally found what he was looking for- a wire, beaten and honed to a sharp point. He took out one of the flatter, wider bone pieces- perhaps part of a deer skull- and began to scratch it. After a moment of testing it he discarded it, tossing it off of the roof where it landed somewhere in the grass below. His paws returned to the bag, where he sifted around for another.
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