Whitewater Gorge Thorn bush

There were no attempts to hide the idle drift of his gaze towards the plains she gestured to. He had no ill intentions after all.

Must not have a whole lot of shelter out there, he murmured with a twitch of his nose as the wind slightly shifted. Her scent now mingled with a drifting waft of pack scent. He noted the similarities within both, assuming her to be among their number.

This was further cemented into his mind when she inquired if had been 'kicked out.'

Tossed on his ass after having been turned into a pin cushion? No, note quite. Turned away for, well, his attitude? Maybe. Or maybe he was just not worth the effort.

Oh but she likely meant from where he was from, yes? His natal pack. A wry smile traced his lips.

No, not formally kicked out. Pushed to the side, but perhaps it was for the best. There's no one back home anymore. Not that it really felt like home. I just drift about nowadays. The lone wolf thing and all the unpleasantness that comes with it.