Whitefish River grass is always greener on the other side

As small as the talk was, it had been one of the best conversations Ambrosia had experienced in a long time. In some ways it was silly, they were simply exchanging words in regards to traveling and adventure. And yet Hieronymous seemed so engaged and interested, and it was nice to talk with another wolf who was just excited about a certain interest that she was.

Smiling at his words, the woman gave a nod in response before her lips parted to speak.

"If by the time we meet again you have just as many stories as I do, I too would be more than happy to listen."

It was better this way, to not speak of the Saints. The only relationship the Saints had that she knew of was with Ursus, and that definitely didn't end well. So she could only assume that they weren't the best neighbor. And although she wished the world wouldn't judge a wolf based on where they chose to live, for now, Ambrosia would remain silent and simply enjoy the company. It might be the last happy conversation she'll have for some time.