Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

He didn't think as deeply as she did at this moment, Elijah was a simple man with simple thoughts - nothing too complex going up upstairs linking current events with anything he had met in the past. Perhaps it was an unknown positive trait of his, to move on so easily and not look back - but then again, it also had its downside, never learning from it either.

Wren kept trying, thick skin and thick fur protecting him from her continuous attempts to get the better of him. He didn't use any teeth or claws, just his bulk and weight - it had to be frustrating to her, and it made him laugh! Not maliciously, just a guiltless guffaw he couldn't restrain. 

As she called him victorious, as much as he enjoyed being so close to her, he couldn't help but leap for joy, bounce to his feet off to her side, and strike a flexing pose to his victory. Ha ha! The man shifted his pose, much like any bodybuilder showing off to their crowd, except his crowd was of one pretty lady (more than good enough for him). So I have proven my worth? Why? What was all this for? He couldn't remember or make sense of it, but he was hoping she was impressed at the very least.