misendo walked around, his thist almost overtaking him. but he fought it. which was a bit easyer then it used to be. he climbed up a tree fast. avoiding the branches skillfully so his clothes ouldnt rip. then he lust sat at the top and looked at the sunset. "jeez, north america sucks..."

"You get used to it," Edward remarked, hair windblown. He had come from hunting when he came across a new scent.

"yeah, though its kinda hard when theres no good hot blood around." misendo pulled out a blood bag from his backpack and stuck a straw in it. " humans are too squishy to drink. not enough meat and the animals taste like dirt."

Edward bristled. "Mountain lions do not taste like dirt."

"to you it might not, but jagiaurs taste a smige better, though komodos are exquisete. not even better than this mammal blood, jeez."

Edward shrugged. "To each his own."

"yeah. so have you been up here long? you smell like fur and negative O blood."

"Long? About an hour. But when is an hour long for us?" He laughed humorlessly.

misendo didnt get the joke so he went on. "hm, are you sure? eh, it must be this stupid air...."

"No, I think it's me."

"hm," misendos bag was empty and he pulled out another one. " i just came up here because i heard there was a large clan up here and i wanted to see it for myself."

Edward spread his arms out. "The Olympic Coven. My family."

misendo scanned edward up and down with his electric blue eyes. he seemed un impressd, but his mouth was hiden so who knows."olympic? hm, so i hear you can read minds. so read this." misendo began thinking. 'how many are there exacly? and why live in this dry wasteland?'

"Dry wasteland? You are aware it rains practically 355 days of the year here, right?"

(lol...i meant bloodwise.)