Broken Boulder Starchaser

Iota listened as she told him of the pack that had taken her in during a time of need, studying the scabbed wound on her head with a small frown. He gave an acknowledging nod of his head and smiled softly at her, letting the moon-drenched silence settle between them for a moment. "It would be in my best interest to find a place where I will... fit in. It sounds like this pack you've found yourself in may be a good fit if the wolves there are in the habit of helping good-natured strangers," he chuckled, letting his gaze drift upwards to the moon once more. "I've found in the past that my rambling ways tend to rub some folks the wrong way. Pups tend to enjoy my stories much more than most adults I've met, sadly. I suppose because they, like me, have not yet lost their zest for life."