Silver Moraine Where Do I Go From Here?

He agreed with a laugh, and again Grace was tempted to invite him along. Still, she didn't - at least not yet. As she went through her tale, the ebony male listened, and though she was expecting a story in return, what she got was much better. Despite her fur heating in a blush, she smiled. She'd never before seen herself as brave, and much as she tried it was hard to tell herself that it was true. Guilt pressed at her shoulders, remembering Stark - brave wolves didn't desert their friends and their packs. 

                        "I survived - but I wouldn't say I'm brave. I got lucky, I guess. Had good help along the way."

Smiling pointedly at him to show he was one of those "good helpers", she listened to his words. He was looking for a home too, and seemed okay with going from place to place till he found it. This was curious - he was willing to make and break bonds to find where he belonged, and it made her wonder if what she'd done was selfish or her right in life to be happy. Pushing those thoughts back for later, Grace found her oppurtunity to ask.

                                                            "Anywhere - I'm heading along the coast for now, gunna check out whats to the far West. You can always come with me.... Or, if you're ever around and catch my scent, come look for me?"