Dawnlark Plains a day of quiet adventure

Teagan lifted his shoulder in a shrug and idly began tracing a random pattern in the dirt, head canting to the side as he regarded her with thoughtful green eyes. "Yeah, I suppose," he said, "life as a loner offers you freedom and well," Teagan smiled. "I think all I've ever wanted was to be free, like the birds and the wind, but now that I have it, it seems quite lonely." He told her, still smiling faintly. He didn't know why he was telling her this, but in a way, it seemed like he was telling himself this, telling himself that maybe, he should go find a pack and settle down. "But enough about me. What about you? Got any interesting stories to tell?" he wiggled his wolfish eyebrows at her and grinned.