Cassiopeia's View now i'm wiser than dreams

The nature of her question spurred it's rightful hesitations. He wanted a home, a cozy place to return to and to live carefree. But when he stayed, little of good followed, and he feared this befalling others he might have grown to care about. His social skills and overall contributions left little to be desired, too. All more matters to fret about. "Maybe. I do not know," he shook his head softly, almost sorrowful in the subtleties of his motion as his ears splayed gently. He often felt unfit for most packs, and knew it was sheer luck that any had ever housed him before. "I always have wandered. I cannot tell yet if it will make me change course," he let his eyes fall away from her for a second; he did not like thinking of the possibilities of a harsh winter. The last one had seemed mild.. "Or what else is it that I would do," he was not willful enough to change this yet. He was tired, and only wanted to rest peacefully, mind and body alike.