Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

He shook his head. "I haven’t a clue, as a matter of fact. I’m simply walking on." A brief chuckle escaped from him. "After-all, what else does a wolf have to do? Howl at the moon, perhaps?" He scoffed, his words carrying a hint of intensity. Nothing to worry about. Just an accent, most likely. Didn’t matter anyhow.

"And what about you? What brings you here?" He truly was curious. It was an odd place to longer, he’d have to admit. Though they were very similar in terms of action.