Rising Sun Valley Sunday Morning

Sorry for the delay. Been feeling under the weather.

Her question set him straight - she was no pack wolf, but a wanderer just like himself. It was now that he chose to stride away, to ignore her question and keep on moving, but... Her eyes. That brief glance gave him a look, and he was reminded of the stranger from before. Anselm paused for a moment, stupefied (by the fact a wolf could have red eyes as well as the confirmation of a stranger wandering these parts), and then turned back to regard the girl.

"I heard.. You were making a pack around here. Or something." He grumbled lowly, sounding almost annoyed that she would do such a thing; but really, he wasn't placing any irritation upon her. Anselm was just a bit confused, and groggy from his exhaustion. Like a surly old man. "My name is Anselm. I've been traveling for..." He couldn't remember how long, so that line went stale. "A while. It'd be nice to have a place to rest."

But what was he doing? This was a total stranger - just because some wandering dame told him there was a possible home this way didn't mean there was. Plus, he had run off from his natal pack specifically to avoid the responsibilities of rank; Anselm still did not want those things for himself. Maybe this was just his exhaustion getting the better of him.