Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Anselm tried and failed to keep his emotions from showing on his face. If nothing else, he was not deceitful. 

Druid’s probing caused his gaze to advert and expression to shift to something akin to coldness. No reason. He supplied quickly in a tone that did not invite discussion. 

As much as she had shown him she was a supportive and kind person, Anselm’s walls were too habitual to place down for a rare moment of vulnerability. Besides, he was old fashioned in that he believed it only his business — what kind of wolf went around flapping their mouth like a busy hen?

He changed the topic in an attempt to deflect. Vhere do you think Heda has gone?