Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

His head cocks at her statement, his curiosity piqued. Kirain reminds him of the pack’s name before embellishing. She found the wandering lifestyle too quiet. Bushtit bobs his head. He thinks she really means lonely, though they’re the same difference.

I know what you mean, he says, sashaying around a piece of driftwood, but I’ve never really known any different, you know? If I stay too long when visiting my parents’ packs, I actually start feeling claustrophobic, Bushtit shares. I like long stories, by the way, he tacks on, though the look on his face says, No pressure.