Coconut Grove Wash him deep where the tides are turning

"My father was a religious wolf, so I suppose I naturally adopted a few of his ideals, but typically, nay. I have no mind for such existentialism. Mine own senses are the only thing I trust," he mused, eyeing the she-wolf pensively. "Art thou content with thy solitude? I would enjoy thy company for a while longer if thy'll have me." He would find no offense if she refused. perhaps she had more nostalgic things to do than linger with the dark wolf. He thought he might try to fish again, but he would be more glad for the company if she'd share it.

Mind if we wrap up/fade?