Horizon Ridge I Don't Want This Moment to Ever End

B) Keeping things vague because I don't know the outcome of his fight with Burke.

The fight had shaken him in ways that he did not expect. It had been a long time since he had had to chase a trespasser from any lands, and the experience proved to be as unpleasant as he remembered. Even worse, though, was the doubts that had settled into the corners of his mind. The way the male had just wandered in, careless in his... his what? Curiosity? But curiosity could be sated in far more peaceful ways. And that was what didn't sit right with Aesop. The man's motives were so inexplicable, his means so unnecessary.

Instead of remaining in the pack's heartlands and licking his wounds, he left as soon as he could, roving over the empty land between the ocean and the mountain. He wandered and stewed, trying to figure out why the encounter unsettled him so. He felt like he was missing something. It threatened to drive him mad, and so he quickly learned to stop thinking so much. He only got a few hours of solitude, but they were enough for him to come to grudging peace with what had happened. He didn't like fighting, he told himself, and that was why he was so upset about it.

In the hours he wandered, he saw and heard no one. He became accustomed to the silence, and so he was surprised when he came upon a young man lying flat on his side. He was more surprised, however, by the strange language with which he spoke to himself. Strange to his unaccustomed ear, but not wholly unfamiliar. "Was that Greek?" he asked, throwing propriety and manners to the wind in his interest. And even as he says it, he knows that it's true. Weeks before, the sea-wraith had spoken it to him as well, but if it was unfamiliar to him now, it was only more so when spoken by a woman.