"You can be alone in a crowded room." The voice belonged to neither the the common yonyuu, nor the sun leawolf.
"We may be solitary, and some may be lost, but not all of us."
Somehow the big, blue sculpture had gone unnoticed as a hunter.
"What will you give up to gain freedom of this place?" no gender could be distinguished from the voice, nor could any emotion. Perhaps this hunter had been still and indifferent for too long. Perhaps he was more lost then he'd first thought.
The hunter still hadn't moved, besides his eyes and mouth that is. He watched them with piercing blue eyes, the candles light flickering of it's stone hide.
(( Sorry for the short post. ))