Silver Creek Even When I Lose I'm Winning

Mawk wrinkled his nose a little. Where did he come from? To be honest, he had no clue. Somewhere in the country. "Ah.... Afraid I dun' really know," he gave a sheepish grin and added, "Somewhere 'n tha north, I think." It was true, he believed so. Though, where exactly, he could not say. He didn't really remember much of his past, and never took notice of where he was - never bothered to ask.

"Whatta 'bout you?" the wolfdog began to turn the questions on Novak instead, as Mawk felt he'd already answered plenty (in his mind anyway). He looked the wolf up and down, rather subtly, as he hadn't really got much of a chance to. He'd have to remember what he looked like incase they met again - the eta wasn't great at remembering appearances, unless he had seen them multiple times. No doubt the wolf had already scanned Mawk.