Deepwood Weald Sherlock Work

The worst about being 'the nice guy' was that his heart all too readily knotted with guilt in situations where no such emotions were required of him. He always felt that need to be involved...to fulfill someone's needs even if that meant his fell short. His expression slightly mirrored the melancholy of her slumped posture as the tiptoed across the ground. He followed behind her a step or two purely out of habit and then stopped short as he caught himself doing it. A breeze kicked up and brought with it the usual database of current affairs...with it the multitude of identities of wolves that could very well be the same that his new acquaintance was looking for.

"Does she owe you lunch or something?" he asked with a small tilt of his head before Itsy could get too far to hear him.