Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

The life wasn't for everyone.  Some, the anxiety could drive them mad.  Others, like him, were fine but not quite content.  the third variety, the ones that thrived, were a special sort.  "Makes sense," he responded, her answer clear enough that he could imagine why she'd be curious.  He probably could have said more, but he was tired, and his side had started to ache fiercely.

"Your pack know you are out here by yourself?"  He suddenly looked about, wondering what would happen if they came looking and found her with him.  Some packs could be funny about that, though he couldn't imagine why.  No harm in a simple convo, right?