Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

She continued to listen, her one ear turned to listen, the other put back. There was silence, no questions, no answer. They two remained in silence, and John looked around, a wind blew, rustling his fur.

“Well, it’s been…” a pleasure? Eh, an experience really. “Good to meet you.” 

He’d give it a gander, but she probably wouldn’t answer. 
“What pack do you reside in? So that I may beware of borders, respect the territories.”

I say we can wrap it up here if your down for that.