Overture Downs I can hold my own hand

"Nomad" didn't feel quite right but the lonesome wolf wasn't one to complain.

Arlette.

Shea softened at her somewhat quiet admittance. His crooked tail swayed. Tch, say naw more. Reckon Ah ken a wee bit aboot tha'. He was never quite certain that the Loch would still be his home every time he returned to it, but he kept faith. Even still, it was nerve-wracking at times, so he imagined that it felt much the same for her just now. How long've ye been away?

To her question, he said, always wit' purpose. Ah'm a scout an' messenger by trade. But these days Ah'm jus' on th' lookoot fer mah brother. It was good to feel that she was just as curious about him as he was of her. He was happy to answer, after all. Scout Shea did often miss the comforts of consistent companionship. Ye widnae happen tae know onyone tha' talks like me perchance?