Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

His large ears perked up at the latest comment and he idly wondered how acquainted this lone wolf was with the surrounding areas and packs. The news gave him hope that there might be a place where he'd find himself welcomed, preferably sooner rather than later. He felt his heart race slightly at the mere thought of feeling settled - of feeling home - once more. Teemu gave a quick wag of his tail out of gratitude for the friendly, and invaluable, piece of knowledge she'd offered, "Thank you. Truly."

The wolf hesitated momentarily before opening his mouth once again, simultaneously asking himself if he should, "I hate to be a bother asking so many questions, but... How well do you know these lands? You must learn quite a bit from your travels. Unless, of course, you prefer to stick fairly close to one place or another."

Do permanent lone wolves have a particular den that they stick to? Do they wander many miles in order to stay safe? Too many questions. Questions always filled Teemu's mind, and he mentally tossed them to the side, picking and choosing only what was the most important to ask in the present moment. Who knew how much longer she would hang around, tolerating him? She'd finished her meal, after all. She'd been kind enough already to have engaged him for this long.