Tuktu Hinterlands Pretty Lollipop

"You must believe in the good in people then," Birk assumed, because Skylaris knew him for approximately an hour and a half, perhaps, and already considered him her friend. Or something close to it. "But I will know, who to look for, when the world gets sick of me," he chuckled.

"Being without a pack for the rest of my life sounds like quite a long time. I think... or I rather hope that I will find a suitable group of snow lumps sooner," but then again he never planned his life further than the next two days. The "rest" could be either that or even something longer.