Greatwater Lake herringbone

"It is to me," he smiled. Luke had not come across many "exotic" sounding names such as hers. He liked it though, as he tended to like all manner of different things. While she spoke he listened attentively, gentle gaze upon her face. "I traveled from the north too," he shared. Why he had traveled so far south, exactly, was just on a whim. Following the waterways and letting the wind blow him otherwise. "I'm probably not as picky as you," he laughed, his free-spirit not lending itself to be particular too much, "but I do like to stay around the water. I haven't found my place here. I think I will, there is a lot of potential as you say, but that's as far as I've gotten. I could end up starting my own pack for all I know right now," he laughed at himself. How silly he must sound to some, to not have a definitive plan in mind.