Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

Unique skill-set? He had a feeling he was familiar with what she had meant. Not a story that they shared, no. Simply something that he was aware of. Something they both knew. That didn’t really matter though, did it? It wouldn’t change the course of conversation now. Not in the slightest.

Oren felt a bit of envy towards the dark pelted woman. She had purpose. Perhaps not a destination, but a journey that amounted to something nonetheless. It was a beautiful thing, to him at least. An interesting perspective.

His ear twitched, a paw swiping over it as he rid himself of a fly. Aggravating creature.

"I must say that I envy your drive. Purpose is determinations drive, after all." He remarked, tail twitching. "So tell me, have you found much yet?"