Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

He replied so cavalierly that it took her by surprise. He treated her query almost as if it was a silly notion entirely. Sugar's lips parted to say something in response when he elaborated on his initial reply. Her mouth shut as she listened to him list out some of the highlights of a solitary existence. He almost made it sound appealing, but...

"Don't you get lonely?" Sugar pressed, truly wonderingly. "Isn't it hard to hunt all by yourself? What happens if you get hurt? Or sick?" As an aspiring medic, these concerns felt particularly viable, though perhaps Zeppelin had a good answer for them.