Wild Berry Meadow reweave

He could glean the tiniest sliver of satisfaction in knowing that it is a little more like his case than he'd anticipated. Well, so far as to say that her answer could have been his own and there would be no lie in it. What he had misplaced first -- what had driven his wandering for so very long was now faraway and faded at best. Others had come, some far more recent than others, but there had always been what had started him out.

He didn't know what to say right away and dipped his nose delicately. Hers did not sound so distant or maybe he just could not read between the lines properly. "Me too," he sighed, stepping closer and shaking his head together. He hesitated somewhere in the middle.. but forced himself carefully power through these reservations until he was close enough to only nudge her shoulder with his muzzle. Sorry the ghost of a touch wanted to say and he remained mindful to keep it quick; she's very unknown still, although he has little else to concern himself with. Her strange pack scent distracts him briefly and with that fresh in mind again, he fanned back his ears, decidedly torn.