Wapun Meadow silver light

The bit of information offered made everything fall into place. It gave him an understanding of her peculiar behaviour, of her nervousness and stammering. “It’s easy to forget how to converse with others when you’ve been separated from them for any length of time,” he noted. “Don’t feel bad.” He’d been so quick to jump down the throats of others back when he’d started to reintroduce himself to the social scene, so he could understand the strangeness of it all.

The strangeness, and the benefits.

“Are you currently without a home, then?” he asked. “Do you not have anyone with you?” A true lone wolf, having not a single soul with them—or perhaps that was not true. Kove had always been a perceptive man, listening to and assessing his surroundings at every point, which made catching the sound of approaching steps an easy feat. A single ear swiveled in the direction whence the steps originated but his head did not yet follow, allowing the unknown guest to remain unseen, should that be her choice.