The Path Is Not Clear

Jensen's brow furrowed at her comment. Her mischievous ways? "What'd you do, rub sap through people's fur and put thistle in their dens?" Because frankly, both of those sounded like they would be absolutely hilarious. He could understand, though, that a strict pack may not find it very humorous. Such a pack seemed rather lame to him. What was the point of living if smiling and laughing were expressly forbidden? Ah, well.. "At least you're here now, right? This pack seems pretty relaxed.. as far as I know, anyway." It certainly didn't seem like anyone had a stick up their behind, but it was still a fledgling pack.

Her apology was met with a sad smile and a small shrug of his shoulder. "It's alright. I'm sure my mom was a nice woman and my sister is a pretty formidable warrior now, so I like to think I got off pretty easy." Everything happened for a reason, didn't it? "Given the chance, I'd like to whack my dad across the head, though. Pretty sure my step-mom has that covered," he said with a dry laugh. She may have been a grade A jerk, but she kept her mate's rear in line. Jensen had always found that admirable.. from afar.