Whitefish River Hi, how you doing? Well I'm doing just fine, i lied, I'm dying inside.

she shot up and gazed at him. several moments of uncomfortable silence tick by and the warrior takes the time to study her. a series of emotions flash over her features, it was difficult to tell what exactly she was feeling. it made him nervous, even more so when her expression morphed into anger. the fur on his nape prickled when she spoke and fell as she cooled down. “you should pay more attention next time,” he teased, trying to break some of the tension between them.

she asks about the pack which he replies with a simple, “done and over with.” he pondered over what could have been if it had been a success. he’d have a home and family in that magnificent forest, one that could have bought a end to his search of some sort of self worth. guess fate had other plans. “so, have you found a pack you’re comfortable with?” he asked, eager to change the subject.