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is more enjoyable now, she told him. He couldn't help the lopsided smile that tilted his lips. Yeah? he asked playfully. 

She inspected his scent then, seeming to figure out for herself that he had no pack. It was not a subject he wished to spend much time on because he wasn't interested in feeling all the emotions that came with it. Still, he could answer her without revealing the details of his depressing past. Mostly, he told her with a shrug of his shoulders. I travel with my cousin. Sometimes we go separate ways for a bit and meet back later. It had turned out to be the perfect arrangement. He was old enough that he wanted space to figure out what who he was, and Merrit gave him that. And when he got lonely or wanted to be with his family, he had his cousin for company. 

And you? Kallik asked. You smell of pack. Is yours somewhere nearby? He was interested for two reasons: he wanted to know more about the pretty stranger, and he was trying to map out the valley.