Porcupine Ridge katakan

even though his gaze seemed distracted with something far in the distance, stigmata twitched his ears with appropriate attentiveness, listening carefully to the golden specimen beside him. she illuminated herself well enough that he felt he had a decent grasp on what her personality might be like from here on out, but he didn't feel like she had answered his real question. if anything, he was left feeling more confused. "how could you be close with strangers? by definition the term would imply you have never met them." he thought that she had, perhaps, been talking about her pack, but that wasn't what he had asked. "are you saying that all wolves where you are from, whether they recognize one another or not, greet each other physically?"

were they all blind? and she was just some seeing anomaly born into their touch-sensitive cult?

stigmata was beginning to feel annoyed with his own confusion. thankfully, finch was kind enough to change subjects. or distract him, at least. "my name is stigmata," he told her, glancing towards the fine-featured she-wolf as they traipsed over a fallen log.