Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

She lit up the dark night and warmed the chilling autumn winds with the way she spoke. He'd never met anyone quite like her before, so full of genuine emotion. It was kind of daunting in a way, for someone like him. Though he vowed to never speak of his time outside the wilderness again, the scars still lingered and stung in ways that kept him from something like love or caring. He'd not met the nicest wolves on his travels, far from it. Had it not been for his brute strength, he probably would've met his demise out there.

He cleared his throat, unfamiliar with this kind of interaction. So, you're still cooped up in that place, hm? He asked, suppressing his distaste for her seemingly controlling home.  She'd been sheltered as much as he had been abandoned - two halves of the same cursed coin. He was glad he never accepted the invitation. Who knows what they would have twisted him into.