Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

His ears splayed out, and shifted around, unsure if he was supposed to feel uncertain or not as she glanced away. Was it him, somehow? The pale Rikudou had never been the most skillful conversationalist, true, and years wandering the wilds certainly did such arts no favors--but still, how? He was struggling to fully understand, and half torn between simply not bothering to grasp it; did it really matter?

But her offer was massively generous. A few days ago, and he might have taken it. Gently, he shook his head a 'no', declining. You are generous, he dipped his pale muzzle. But no thank you—your pack, they should appreciate it, he returned, when he could not burden some stranger with his plight, all of his own fate's doing. None of this skin and bones was her, and he did not need karmic debts right now anyway. When he wasn't sure if he intended to outlive the winter, the food was better spent elsewhere.

Trying not to dwell, he squared his paws again. Can you.. tell me anything about the area by your home? Are there any other packs near yours? Since he had been so far removed, he wondered what else had changed--what had he missed?