Whitefish River What the night knows

"I'm not even sure if the word 'home' is in my repertoire." Beckett joked, cracking another smile before adding, "I will admit though, this region sure is pretty. If I ever do feel like settling down - that is, if I don't get killed first - this would probably be the place I'd do it. You see though, I'm sort of a nomad. I go from pack to pack as a sort of... hired paw, you dig?"

The brute pondered what Koontz had mentioned earlier, about her being one of the leaders of a pack. He wondered if she was worthy of his respect as a leader - and maybe through further acquaintance he would learn. "You said you were a leader, yeah? Well, if you got any dangerous things that you need done that you wouldn't risk a packmate doing, I'm your man. I generally trade my services for a place to crash for a while - and some food. And if you haven't noticed by how fat I am, I sure do love food." he presented with a snort and a chuckle. Figured he would advertise his services while he had the opportunity; Besides, the wolf would be around for a while anyways. There were a lot of opportunities to be had in this park.