Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

Oh, hell. Boys and their egos.  Apparently her casual (and somewhat tongue in cheek) greeting had set this one off.  It was both gratifying and a little sad that her words could give that much a boost... then again, she had caught him on apparently a rough day.  The sighs didn't lie.

"You were till you had to ask," she said, giving a small wink.  "Word of advice; just always assume you are.  Helps others get the memo."  She lifted her own head a bit.  It really was amazing what a cocky exterior could gain a wolf.  "And it seems to me you made a choice.  What's the use dwelling on it now? Less you think you shoulda gone?". She'd take a bit of a story if he'd give it.