Sleepy Fox Hollow Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

She hadn't missed the concern on his face, and she was glad he let her change the subject. She didn't want his concern nor did she really feel like elaborating on anything she had told him. There was way too much there that she was just too exhausted to get into right then. 

It seemed he had been a loner for a long time, maybe most of his life, depending on how old he was. She could understand the draw to that lifestyle, but she knew better than most how having other wolves to depend on could save your life. Pack connections were sometimes a vital part of survival. The social aspect had not always been her strong suit, but only because she was quick to judge and slow to trust. But being on his own for so long...That must be lonely? she pointed out. His comment on his family hit close to home, bringing forth memories of her tyrannical father for the first time in a very long time. She dipped her head. I'm sorry to hear that, she offered first. Perhaps you're better off without them then. She certainly had been. 

As for his distaste for packs, she couldn't really blame him for that either; they were a pain in the ass sometimes. Belonging to a pack automatically fit you with certain obligations—it was just a part of the package and most of the time it seemed worth it. Other times, not so much. Pack life is not always easy, that is for sure. She was curious, though. Is your family the reason for your dislike of them? She turned to study his face as she waited for his answer.