Rising Sun Valley Sunday Morning

Thoughts of the girl being some kind of demon swiftly evaporated. As soon as he mentioned the potential pack, she was brimming with excitement; her effervescence was mildly contagious, for Anselm could not help but chuckle lightly at her, which made him feel awkward all over again. His tail whisked the air behind him once, but as soon as he composed himself - still unsure of this entire thing - he was intent to listen. Had he passed through a valley on his way here? Not that he could recall. Well, except that the wilds were sort of a.. Massive valley themselves.

"What I want?" He regurgitated, finding the very idea quite strange. What could he possibly want aside from a break? He'd been wandering around for weeks now, and on more than one occasion thought about returning back home - even if it meant to lead a pack he was not invested in. These thoughts darkened his mood somewhat, and for a brief moment the boy frowned; but then the expression vanished, and he looked utterly impassive. "Peace and quiet sounds.. Good." He nodded as he spoke, slow and thoughtful. "Wandering has its own kind of peace, I guess. But it would be far nicer to have a home base." Rather than hoping you can survive the night.