Bitterroot Valley i keep tellin' myself, i keep tellin' myself i'm not the desperate type

He freezes when he hears his pack's name from the unfamiliar woman's lips, but the shock passes quickly enough. I run the Sanctuary, He clarifies, not unkindly, but he's too confused for proper manners at the moment. I mean, I'm the Governor— who ar— There's a creeping suspicion in the back of his mind, and normally he might dismiss it but he still recalls all the visitors who had come to the borders for—
You're coming to see Delight, aren't you? He can't help the note of defeat to his tone, but it's muted and without resentment. Kids, too— shit, are they hoping to stay? He's not against it, but he might have liked some warning, and maybe he's not the most enthusiastic about making a common theme of Delight bringing unexpected children into his life, however indirectly.