The Sentinels i.viii : who was given a pat on the back

The wolves around here are quick to ask questions. He can understand. To an extent. Why they question a misanthrope, however, is beyond him. It would come as no surprise to be asked the meaning of life. Natjuk, ever serious, would reply: Survive long enough and you will find out. But this girl concerns herself with the present, not what-ifs.

So many questions, he breaths tiredly. Funnily enough, she is quick to ask more of him. Trying to visit a friend, huh? He looks her square in the eye, attentive like a viper. She best answer carefully; Natjuk will not suffer callow deceivers.

What is the name of your friend? I might know them.