Emberwood i wouldn't change ya

The answer painted an intriguing picture of the Governor, though he was disappointed by the lack of depth to the story. It made sense, at least— he was a medic, he remembered. He glanced over the scars Mahler displayed, thinking they must have been ugly wounds. His expression remained thoughtful, almost as if working to solve some pressing mystery.
Officially? The day I left, The explanation was simple, without any identifiable emotion behind it beyond curiosity. Brennan's gaze trailed past the other as he puzzled out his next words. He's... rather elusive. And strange. His tone suggested he didn't see this as a negative, but he frowned as he said it.
Suddenly he was eager for that hunt. He turned, gesturing with his muzzle for Mahler to follow him. After a moment's pause, he turned his attention to the myriad of prey scents in the forest, moving presumably with his companion in tow.