Two Rivers Isle a draco tale

Making 'friends' had never been his strong suit. To be honest, years of depraved isolation had left him quite socially inept. He considered the various ways he could diffuse the strange propaganda he had initiated and the young one pried for further information, "I'm pretty useless if you want information,"

A shrug of the shoulders, "I'm quite homeless, actually," He would say it wasn't his choice--but the bleak truth was, after this much time, it was a choice. One he was continuing to make.

  Prepared to speak again they were fortuitously interrupted by another, or perhaps this was no luck. There was a pack here? Collision had been oblivious to the fact. He rose back to his feet to turn and his ears lay back against his head. He wanted to offer no dispute, so he being the homeless one lowered his head, "My sincerest apologies. I wasn't aware the territory was under rule," How could he not have noticed? "I have no need of anything--simply a wanderer going nowhere in particular,"