Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

Frivolous words fell from his mouth. He spoke nonsense. He knew it. He'd picked those words on purpose and was intentionally being an ass about it. Better the underestimated crazy wolf of a loner who's insanity warranted a loner's life, than an inquiry about "why don't you have a pack?" or "what are you looking for in a pack?" or even worse "our pack values this bullshit I'll contradict in a later statement." He'd had enough run-ins with that sort of thing that when someone asked him a stupid question, he was going to give them a totally serious, deadpan, stupid answer. Sitting under a tree. What the hell else did he think it was doing?

He didn't know what an asylum was. That human word didn't translate into wolf language well at all as there were no institutionalized facilities or way to control quantities of patients long term. What he heard was gibberish, but guessing on the body language this one projected, he was guessing it was a derogatory something or other based on Kero's previously wild statements. 

"Oh don't worry," he said, rising to his feet to circle the tree. "We're already committed." The wolf had moved uncomfortably close. Kero placed the towering trunk between them, poking his nose around the side of it to keep an eye on this male. "Run along then. We're about to do a few things your eyes won't want to see."