Firefly Glen so shave your face with some mace in the dark

For as seemingly welcome as the woman made to be, the Ostrega notes that she was quite curious about him--only pulled as an assumption from the many questions she asked him. 

He was simply thankful they weren't questions that revolved around the weather or the latest herd migrations. 

Yet her question proved interesting insight to the tawny wolf--grappling internally against his first inclination to simply keep his true thoughts and feelings to himself. 

"No," he truthfully answered, the streamlined muscles in his shoulders flexing almost uncomfortably as he shrugged in the pretense of nonchalance. "But I'm used to it."

There was a small pause, wishing to steer the conversation further away from him. "I didn't know there were more Ostrega's here. Is it just you?"