Blackwater Islands he died with that dream still alive in his head

Very helpful. Bridget held in a smart remark and realized that this conversation wasn't likely to get much further than this. Seemed like some wolves were perfectly fine just doing their own thing. How they did it without dying of boredom, Bridget wasn't sure, but to each their own.

Cool. I will... ask them, then. She gave him another searching look and then shook her head with a small laugh. Alright. I can take a hint, or twelve. You keep doing your thing, Keeper, and I'll see you around. She could find something else to keep her busy, something she wasn't likely actively annoying by being there.

Without another argument, she left him to his business for the day.