For the Sake of Sanity

"It is a pleasure to meet such a kind and caring wolf, miss Enya. I do hope you stick around, because not many have the consideration of such traits," Adair murmured in his honeydew voice.
"so allow me to explain my solitude."he continued.

Facing the river that was the lead to the pack he had sworn his new loyalty to, Adair said a bit over his shoulder to her,
"When you have thoughts that haunt, words that hurt, and stories that scar your future, the one thing you want, is solice.
I am not one to place my burdens upon another's shoulders, for everyone has a story, whether it be good or bad. And all must suffice with carrying their own weight."

The dark hessian looked back at her to judge her expression.

"To cry for something is perfectly fine. All is well at such an act of emotion. Yet to cry over the same thing again, that is foolish. That is why masks were created. Some thoughts, some stories, some history, must be hidden, to continue in, as strong as if nothing has ever happened."