Bearclaw Valley why does tragedy exist?

wrapped in a cocooning blanket of his own thoughts and problems ( insignificant as they perhaps were ) it has escaped his notice as he flits between the territories that there are wolves living in the valley and that newt is more or less an uninvited squatter. even now, he remains in blissful ignorance of his own trespassing so that when he is approached — in a manner that doesn't strike him as aggressive but is nevertheless commanding — newt is surprised. at first, by the stranger's presence and then by the scars and empty eye socket that draws the point of his imperial jade gaze.

realizing that his staring could be taken as rude and inappropriate, newt averts his eyes then. something like that. he murmurs in response; not quite willing to divulge in the issues at home with a complete stranger. you? he asks in return, at the nudge of social convention his brain gives him.