Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

The rumbling of Ingiullik's stomach startled him a bit, but it only showed in a brief lifting of his ears before his smile softened. He wasn't left much time to linger on it anyway; she spoke quickly of her own plans, and then her desire to know more about him. At that his expression turned somber; displeased, almost.

Only for a moment, though. It faded just as swiftly into stoicism. We've already shared a bit more than a meal, don't you think? Winterbourne murmured with another smile — but this one did not reach his eyes. Still, he gestured for her to settle as he reluctantly broke their contact to sit himself.

I was born in a pack called Morningside. It didn't last long, His gaze drifted from Ingiullik again as he spoke. Not much else to tell. Wandered awhile after that. Tried to put down roots here and there - married a couple times, had some kids. All gone now.

Likely not the fairy tale she'd hoped to hear, but it was what he had to offer. There was a certain hardness to his eyes when they found her again. Anything else you wanna know?