your love is gonna drown.

Harlyn fought the urge to roll her eyes when the male dodged her question with a cryptic reply.  What was it with the men in this area?  First Nero/Five and now this fellow.  Did their mother's not call them by their names enough that they committed them to memory?  The druid gave him a little frown, though it was clear by her expression that there was no real irritation behind it.


"If I were to run into a wolf who smelled of you in the future," Harlyn replied, "A packmate of yours perhaps, and I were to ask them if they knew you.. I would say 'Do you by chance know...?'"  She tilted her head and gave him a pointed look, making it quite clear that it was his job to insert name there.