The Bracken Woods The difference between here and there

The stranger's broken english was foreign to his ear, which turned forward as confusion dug furrows across a sloped brow. He got the gist of what Depp was saying but had to think on it a moment before being confident he had understood. In spite of understanding, Prophet's lips curled at the corners into a light smile as he asked, "why would I want to do that?"

It was not said cruelly or even dismissively, but coloured with a hint of curiosity. Arranging his paws for a more comfortable stance, he licked his chops. "Sir," began the pragmatic wolf, "with all due respect, even if we spoke for hours here, we would hardly know one another, and nothing would change. We are unlikely to meet again." His trust was hard won, after all, and he wouldn't go seeking a wolf who hadn't given him a reason to.

"So for what reason should we become acquainted?" One didn't readily make friends in the north except with their comrades. To make friends outside was a harrowing thing. As a lone wolf now, Prophet knew friends would be a valuable asset to him should he seek a pack, but he was picky, clearly.