Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

She seems content enough, or perhaps just desperate enough to allow him to come so close. And perhaps he feels the same way. His mind is still wracked with doubt, consumed with worry and tinged with fear. He simply cannot trust anyone so easily, even someone like the women at his side. He had trusted easy once, had been a naive fool who gave in to love, and it had ripped his soul to shreds, leaving him a broken drifter struggling to find purpose, to find meaning. And he had sworn not to trust easy again, to never give his heart up.

But then, this wasn't exactly trusting easy. He knew, from what he had discerned from her gaze and expressions, that Liri too was suffering in some way, and had suffered before. He figured that she was as broken as him, and thus he was drawn to her more than anyone else as of late. And so he trusted that she would not cause him undue or vicious pain, because, having felt it herself, she wouldn't want to inflict upon him. At least, he hoped it was the case. He felt that he had judged her properly, but one could never be totally sure. After all, he had judged her wrongly, and thus he had been destroyed.

"I didn't really have a destination in mind. Just going where the wind takes me really." he said. He was simply wandering, trying to figure out what he could about thus valley that he had decided to call home, at least for now. The best prey, where other packs where, those things. All of this he told her, before pausing briefly. "Just letting the stars guide me," he said in a low whisper, more to himself than her.