Sunset Valley A Walk Through the Woods

Tahoe was correct to scrutinize Alejandro in the way he was. Perhaps he was better now, but... perhaps not. The St. Clair had yet to decide who he wanted to be, truly, and was rather entranced by this new stranger. Maybe it would benefit him to keep the other man around, to entertain him. To keep him company. To learn from. There were many reasons he could stand to do so. 

Ah, so he was correct. Not a pack wolf, and entirely indifferent about that fact. Icy eyes rose to meet yellow. "Yes, I have been," he responded, shifting his weight to the side. "Unfortunately, I have yet to find a traveling companion that is content with simply being rather than joining a pack. No one has stuck around long." But perhaps this one might.