Ankyra Sound Ocean Breeze

Ouch. Okay. He hadn't expected to hit that close to home. It sounded like this kid had it tough growing up. "Sorry to hear that. My condolences." He seemed a touch uncomfortable. If Kero had admitted something as personal as that, he might have been too. "You been on your own since then?" He had to ask something. Anything to change the conversation up a bit.

Of course, the age old conversation between lone wolves would do just as well. Talking of packs was a very common subject, one he still wasn't sure how to broach himself. He'd had an offer, Kero just wasn't sure if he was ready to settle down yet. From the sound of it, Ryker wasn't either. "Mmm," he started, making an agreeable sound. "I feel you. There's nothing quite like the earth beneath your feet, the wind in your fur and eternity before you to make you feel alive again." 

Kero turned his gaze out across the ocean for a moment, thinking on his words before he looked back towards the younger wolf. He hadn't caught whiff of a pack around these parts, but if they'd left the area, the salty air seemed as though it would be quick to erase any kind of scent. "It must have been one hell of a pack," he said, for no reason other than that he thought it took balls to set up shop in a place like this. 

"Speaking of. What if you did find the perfect pack? What's that look like to a kid like you?"