The Heartwood In Need of A Home

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From all she could tell so far, he seemed.. normal. Not too intense but interesting enough to keep her curious. She kept tracing the lines of his scars contemplatively while she listened for his answer.

I see, she replied evenly. I came here hunting, though it seems that my trails have gone cold. It was almost expected that he sought a home; any loner with any amount of sense would be. Do you often stay near here? Or do you have a place you frequent yet? She had preferred the wetlands before the winter's chill became too intense but they were probably not the best of places to inhabit in all seasons. Now she was beginning to consider something on this side of the central mountains but had yet to feel at all rooted.