The Tangle welcome to the panic room

Her wife; the word piques his interest, and his expression warms visibly. It isn't often he meets wolves like himself; the knowledge inspires an immediate sense of kinship, though he's well aware it may not be shared. Such relationships are not hated in all parts of the world, after all. No — I'm traveling with my husband, in search of a suitable home. A place to settle down — maybe I'm just getting old, but I'm ready for a peaceful life, A slightly wry smile accompanies his words, though there's nothing sarcastic about his tone; only a tinge of weariness. In one place. Maybe kids eventually. A quiet death sometime in the future. I don't remember Rusalka being that sort of place — but based on first impressions, it seems like it may be different under you and your wife. There's a question lurking under the statement, but he leaves it open-ended for now — an opportunity for a denial slightly softer than outright, or to delve further into the possibility.