Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

“My father,” Viggo admitted, figuring it was no harm to reveal that tidbit to her. “I never knew him.” It was, perhaps, less exciting than seeking a lover, but it was the truth. And now, after a year and a half of searching, Viggo had decided that he had wasted enough of his prime youth on seeking out somebody who may not even know he existed. If his father had truly cared about his mother, he would have come back to check on her.

When she asked if she was capable of leading, Viggo shrugged. “I only just met you, darlin’,” he replied, “and I’ve no notion of whether or not that’s in my future... but I do believe I wouldn't mind having you lead me anywhere you wanted me to go.” His last sentiment was said with (what he thought was) a charming smile. Ptarmigan was not the first wolf he had met, and he was not lying when he said he would follow her. “Whaddya say we stick together and see how it goes?”

If anything, having a friend would help in case they happened to come across any dangers that they couldn't fend off by themselves.