The Path Is Not Clear

The wolf grinned sheepishly as she pointed out his awkwardness. "I don't suppose you think it's cute, huh?" There were only two ways about awkwardness: those who found it adorable, and those who found it the most obnoxious thing on the planet. It was better than the alternative of incessant, worthless babbling about nothing, wasn't it? "Well, just know if you ever need an awkward moment, I'm your guy. Caught in a conversation you don't want to be in? Call Jensen! Being hit on by a creep? Call Jensen! I'll be right there to make things so unbearably, painfully awkward they'll have to walk away." Alright, so maybe he wasn't that bad.. but the only way to get over his flaws was to embrace them.

His lips pursed thoughtfully at her question. Where was he from? "A place some fifty odd miles from here called Impalman Flats. The name describes it pretty well, it was nothing but a giant plateau miles long. It was alright, but you know how dads get when their children overstay their welcome. Lots of teeth and growling on my way out," he scoffed. A simple suggestion would have sufficed, but nooo, his father had to be flashy and showy for his wife, to prove he had no attachments to his bastard children. It had worked, or so Jensen assumed. "What about you? Were you born here?"