Morningside Cuesta let's go to luckenbach, texas

His gaze lingers over the other man for a moment.  He's grateful that their paths crossed.  Agent was punctual and polite; maybe when his son came to visit, he could learn a thing or two.  Agent, he says finally, large tail sweeping behind him in greeting.  The warrior's description reminds him of his wife, his category four hurricane, and Gio offers a warm smile in response.  Is she, now?  He looks away, obviously caught in a memory.  A beat later, he responds.  Well, I just might stick around.  This here looks like a good place to settle down.

While Gio considered himself qualified, he knew that some pack leaders could be testy.  He was older, and he worried how that may look to someone he didn't know.  You think there'd be any trouble with me gettin' in?