Golden Glade in a house that's not a home

a half earnest smile was earned to the comment about tragedies. pike could certainly call his fathers death a tragedy, one he'd spent 3 years grieving in the unhealthiest of manners. privileged he was to have such an event be his only one, and ask did he not about collision's own tales in any specific detail. who would've thought, he returned with a flick of an ear.

cause to serve... pike echoed as collision's sentence came to a close. perhaps that sat well with the tiger shark, amber had always said he needed purpose. family felt as good a purpose as anything, but maybe he was sitting too long with with feet in the past. maybe? no, positively. thoughtfully, he responded, i think that's what i'd like too. 

he glanced off through the woods with another flick of his ear. have you met any of the packs around here? maybe it just takes one wolf you find worth in to bring you into their ranks, he asked, gaze returning to the man opposite of him, ya know, a friend to fend for and vis versa? truly, pike didn't mean anything by it, but there was a question that could be found as he shifted his weight.