fall out

Jensen cracked a smile. So far, so good. This fella seemed about as relaxed as himself, which was a huge bonus on the bro-chart that the eta was mentally keeping tracking of. He slid back onto his haunches as the inevitable question came: how had he come to be in the Teekon Wilds? The wolf told his story so frequently he was beginning to have it memorized down to a script, but every time he told it, it became a little easier to cope with. "My pops had an affair with a loner. That loner was my mom and she died a few days after having my litter. Pops came out looking for my mom when she didn't meet up for their nightly rendezvous and found her dead, but took us in and convinced his mate to raise us. That lasted until about we were all a year and then step-mom was done with us, so she had my dad chase us out aannnddd now I'm here." His grin deflated a little bit at the memory but sighed it away, mismatched eyes looking curiously back at his superior. "What about you?"