Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

Sorry for making you wait with this! @Echelon

 
It seemed almost as if the woman was never without a question, but he couldn’t really complain. He was just glad to actually be able to talk with another living creature, rather than mumbling incoherent things to himself as he wandered. The newest query was one he wasn’t unfamiliar with. It seemed many had the tendency to ask that when he’d meet them, leaving him with a sort of "default" response to give. “Gone,” he stated. “The pack I was a member of disbanded quite some time ago.” Neither the pack nor its members remained any longer—aside from him, of course. He knew Shadow had left with his son to the home he’d departed from for Teekon, but the whereabouts of everyone else was a mystery to him. It was almost as if they’d disappeared from the face of the earth, though he refused to voice such thoughts, out of fear that speaking such a theory would make it real. A part of him believed that, someday, they might return, but that was wishful thinking.
 
It was then that Alastor decided to ask a question, growing curious of the stranger and where she’d come from. “What of your pack?” he asked, returning her question. She did not smell of a loner, and didn’t look like one, either. The scent that clung to her was not one he knew, however, as he’d never really traveled out of the valley, and therefore had no knowledge of the packs that laid beyond it. Hell, he didn’t even know of the packs within it anymore. He knew only of the bypass, which was no longer there, and also of the bay, thanks to Aesop. The latter being a place he'd never actually visited, but eventually planned to.