Emberwood i wouldn't change ya

The sudden appearance of a dark stranger startled him from his reverie. Far from bothered, Brennan was rather intrigued to watch him move past. On a mission, I take it? He called lazily to the retreating form, stretching his limbs out. He half-expected the male would continue on his way, though the idea left him fairly unperturbed.
Belatedly, he noted the scent of pack, and was marginally more interested. He did still seek a home, though this time he would be far more selective. The death of the packmate he had never met at Bracken Sanctuary had reminded him that life was far too short. There wasn't enough time to waste on being in a pack he didn't feel at home in— or pursuing disinterested strangers for conversation.