Cerulean Cape transcendentalism

Weetzie didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t help thinking that maybe his sister was right, that wolves around here were more accepting than the ones where he had come from. At home with his parents, he had grown used to being an outcast, but he seemed to be finding more acceptance here.

He hardly had to think at all before giving his answer. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he strongly desired the company of others, and he also knew that if he were going to join a pack, he would have to get used to socializing anyway. “Agreed,” he said flatly. “I must confess I do not know the area well either, but I would be pleased to take you up on your offer to join you.” He cocked his head sideways and with a self-conscious twitch of his tail, he added, “Although you do not appear to be coming apart.” He was attempting to make a joke, but both his voice and his expression remained flat.