The Path Is Not Clear

Phew, the male rumbled to himself. Anxious as he was to be meeting the entire pack, the last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression. He could hear it now: Look, there's that awkward guy. He's so weird! Thankfully Bindi found it charming enough, though whether or not her words rang sincere was another matter entirely. It was enough for him at the moment, anyway. "Or I could always come beat them up, you know. With muscles like these," he said jokingly, puffing himself up a bit to add to the obviously sarcastic appeal.

The eta nodded as she spoke of her birth home. It sounded like a decent place, especially in comparison to a vast hunk of nothing. "Why'd you leave? It sounds like a nice place." Had he not been forced out, Jensen couldn't have imagined willingly leaving Impalman Flats. Why would he? Everything had settled into place, his friends and rivals all sectioned off properly. He was the low man on the totem pole, but that was fine with him. Complacency was dangerous, though, and he had been blinded to the reality of his situation.