Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

Viggo smiled easily at her sarcasm, wondering if she planned to run off and take a poop before too long. She appended her answer with his own question reworded, and he paused for a moment, still unsure exactly how he wanted to answer that question. “I was seeking somebody,” he replied, “but I must admit that you’re a far better find.” Even if he had found his father, Viggo was not entirely sure what he would have done. It was not as if he would suddenly become buddy-buddy with the guy who had left his mother to fend for her pups. Granted, Kindle had plenty of support in the form of family, but still...

“Considering you don’t smell like you hang around others for an extended period of time, does that mean you’re looking for a place to stay?” he asked. “Or are you striking out on your own, trying to gather others to follow you?” It was a reasonable assumption, he thought, since everybody else he had met during his travels had been doing one of those two things. They were either seeking to be led or seeking to lead. The Ostrega was curious to find out which side of the fence she stood on.