Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

i feel like i blink and 4 days have passed?????? sorry!!!

There was something he could not parse out in the woman's expression. Something faintly bitter, perhaps. An unpleasant memory. His large head tilted just slightly. Of course Étoille had no clue where she was referring to, but he noted it anyway. 

"Not from here," he murmured. "A pack named Gnarled Oaks." It felt strange to say the name aloud. For a moment he anticipated a slight tightening in his chest; an indication of nostalgia. None came. "It disbanded and so I came here." Étoille hadn't even really meant to, but it was working out okay so far. He whuffed slightly and rolled his shoulders. "Why did you leave," he asked, finally, his voice devoid of curiousity but still seemingly genuine.