Swiftcurrent Creek I walked alone

He gave something of a pause when she asked after family, but once again, she struggled to read the emotion on his face. Damn well, this man had composure down to a science! But what he didn’t offer with his eyes, he gave in his words.

No way! I wish my name meant something like that, she said with a little smile, hoping it might cheer him up if her question had brought up anything he preferred to forget, and man, same here. But hey, at least we know we’re not alone in the world’s lonely wolf club. Should have a secret handshake or something. A misplaced joke, perhaps, a misplaced laugh, but she found sad things were easier when you laughed your way through them.

She shrugged again, just looking for my place, I guess. It was the same thing she’d said to Bartholomew - at least from what she remembered, but maybe I should take a page outta your book and make one for myself instead. Seems a classy move!