Seaside Moors in sweet solitude of mind

Ah.  She wasn't in a habit of apologizing for things that were not his fault, but she was sorry to hear of it.  A judgement passed briefly that she had no place to give; where were his children, if he was a father?  It was immediately cast aside.  Where were hers?

A man of honor, then.  Honor and history.  Experiences like those made a wolf think, and she bet there was a good deal behind that quiet demeanor.  Any questions for me? Or would you rather guess?  I'd be interested to hear your thoughts.  She trained a look on him, waiting expectantly. 

If he had any, it was likely she answered them, as she'd given up the habit of hiding behind dodges.  She was too old to worry of what her past might make others suspect of her now.  She had his measure now, by any rate, though she was not at all suspecting the path he would take during his surprisingly short term among them.