karma police

Although utterly oblivious to the inner workings of Hawkeye's mind the crème blotched wolf was definitely getting the sense that something he said wasn't quite what she wanted to hear...though he didn't have enough sense to know what element of his story had offended her. But the femme was lenient on the matter, gracious even, and her displeasure was an unspoken mystery.

He knew better than to press it.

"I grew up in a land much warmer than here," he began with a nostalgic, empty stare at the trail before them. "I'm the eldest of first time parents with only three sisters to call my siblings. Each of us, save the middle child Anna, left for the new world when we hit a year old. I imagine they've already paired with someone...except for perhaps Elene. Her farts smell like mustard gas." A titter of laughter bubbled up in his throat as his memory relived the noxious fumes that had plagued their litter bed. "Nah...I'm sure she found someone that loves her despite her tummy troubles." He smiled then.

"I like long walks on the beach beneath the full moon and feeling the wind in my hair," came his final, albeit spontaneous, cliff notes.