Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

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The boy was glad nothing more was said in relation to his previous pack, having not wished to speak of it any longer. Talk of it brought up pleasant memories, which he enjoyed, but it also brought forth the number of theories and whatnot his mind had come up with over time. Trying to rationalize the disappearance of the other members, while also trying to believe that they would eventually return. His mind became a jumbled mess when permitted to linger too long on thoughts of the bypass, so when the topic was switched to the woman’s pack entirely, he was relieved. The Greek wolf even looked past her in the direction she’d gestured, though his gaze ended up drifting along any and every of the points he could see off in the distance. A second later, he was looking back at the dark figure, having not wished to look out into space for too long.
 
“I am sure it is strong,” the male voiced, a gentle nod accompanying his words. “The mountains… are they nice?” Alastor held no desire to go and see them for himself, his current slump making him not want to do much of anything, but that alone didn't quell his curiosities.