Noctisardor Bypass know your meme

The last thing the Tracker expected was a hug. He recoiled from the contact initially but then gave in — the press of her body against his chest  communicating authenticity that was hard to come by. 

Druid pulled away and asked if Anselm’s childhood. The sudden topic shift took him by surprise a second time; he took a moment to consider a reply. 

Not really. Unless you call making a new family and abandoning it a tradition. A shadow of something rueful passed his face. Vhy do you ask?