Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

Luke nodded, and he chose to hold his tongue on the subject any further. Saena understood what he was saying and he understood where she was coming from, that as often was the case, things were easier said than done. The blue-nosed wolf was, to a degree, conscientious about how much advice he gave, because he knew that many had heard the advice he would give and simply had not been able to act upon it. He did not wish to irritate anyone by preaching, but his compassion tended to compel him to speak, in hope that anything he said might be of some comfort or help.

"I always have two ears to listen," he smiled warmly, truly not minding at all that she had opened up to him. The white wolf generally saw it as a sort of compliment, that someone was secure enough in his presence that they could speak of personal matters to him.

Subject change, she wished to know how he knew Peregrine. "I ran into him at a lake one day," he replied. "I was chasing a flock of geese and he was there." Luke chuckled.