Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

he did not offer much, yet she was not offended by his brief answers. the two beings were strangers, after all, t'would be odd indeed if they chatted like old friends. Heloise gave another brief nod at his admission, her eyes closing momentarily. rogues did not sleep much anyway. they were always on high alert, careful of who they trod near. if a pack established itself nearby, there was a heightened sense of security. "I see" she would gift him, though her tone was more thoughtful over cold.

he would move back, apologizing for disturbing her. the woman shook her head slowly. "you have not disturbed me" she would softly correct, not berating him for his manners or admission of insomnia. like she was one to talk. a newcomer to the Teekons, she had no semblance of a den to rest in. most of her time was spent traveling from one location to the next. Heloise also accepted long ago that some wolves did lack the formal nature she oft spoke. "I have spent my time wandering from place to place upon arrival here." she would pause, noting that night was not a decent time to find a hollow den.

"so I do know how it is, to be dead upon the feet. unable to rest." she added with compassion.