Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

What had brought him here, really? The need to wander ran strong in his blood, perhaps from both sides. Perhaps it was like his father said, and that wolves would have roots like trees if they were meant to stay in one place.

But it was awfully lonely on the open road.

"I was looking for where my family used to live," he said, just quietly. "A place called Morningside. I've never seen it, but that's still what we name ourselves."

He kept to himself the idea that he might claim it for his own.

"But I guess I'm just wandering, too. Wandering by myself."