Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

He had no doubt that more than a mere hare or the desire of luxury would satisfy her. She seemed to be every ounce of independent, and after all that all things were form and function. Dirge could not fault any particular one for being that way either. It was simply how they were, catering to all needs on a primal level. So when her dialogue turned to that of inquiry, he once more had no surprise cross his features. There were benefits that outweighed his current situation, loathe as may be to invest in something.

"Hmm," he appraised. "Secondhand bones do have their perks, but nothing beats a chance for something fresh." Of course, would it be worth enduring the company of others? It wasn't so much that as it was his intentions, snd that intent he decided to make clear. "But would a pack truly have room for someone for just the winter? I may be easy to satisfy but I don't make promises I can't keep. I like my freedom." It was his turn to have a wolfish smile; he wouldn't make himself out to be something he wasn't. It wasn't proper, and it certainly was not a thing to do to a lady.

"Of course, should your own have room... quid pro quo and the like," he went on upon exhale, nonchalant. It was the quicker way of yes, he'd earn his keep. He'd contribute, so on and so forth. "What I can promise is that I aim not to disappoint... and you don't seem disappointed so far." She hadn't but his face off or snared him any more than their chance meeting... in fact she seemed to serve the decent company of his bill.