Greatwater Lake proper motivation

The dark female seemed as though she would cause no harm to Kierkegaard, and yet he held his distance from her. She was still a stranger to the ashen brute. He knew only her name. Drawing his ears forward at the mention of a nearby pack, he glanced to his left. Her question fell against his ears and he quickly returned his gaze to her. Passing through; the term sounded so simple. He was a loner… he didn’t belong anywhere, so it could very easily be said that he was passing through. He had been in the boundaries of the Teekon Wilds for a considerable amount of time, however. So, in the same breath, it could be said that he was no longer passing through. For the sake of conversation, however, the brute nodded his head slowly in response to Blue Willow. “I am new to the area,” he offered some form of verbal response, as well, shrugging his broad shoulders. “Are there many packs here?” he then inquired. His bright orange-gold gaze squinted at her curiously.