Noctisardor Bypass know your meme

There was something querulous about Anselm’s question, though Druid couldn’t figure it. She replayed her own words in her head, her expression growing increasingly puzzled. She couldn’t decide where she’d made a misstep.

I didn’t mean anything by it, she stated after a moment, which was the truth.

It was just a question, her inner voice insisted, though Druid didn’t feel particularly defensive about it. Mostly, she was abruptly curious. Anselm had read something into her question. She couldn’t guess what at present, though it was something she would ponder later.

Her eyes flicked curiously over his face, reminding herself that he was a complex man, but one with a seemingly good heart. He’d helped find and look after her wayward child, after all, despite what that pup’s father had put him through.

I need to get back to the den. Thank you again, Anselm. You’re an important member of this pack.

She shot him a smile, dipped her head and turned to tread back to Dawnleaf.