Haunted Wood A lonely road

Bernard felt his own skin become flush as Wraen was clearly flustered, feeling quite bashful. He stopped when she did, his eyes following hers. But if she couldn't see Moonspear, then he had no chance. He listened intently at her directions, but even that couldn't help his awful sense of direction. Nodding, he turned back to Wraen and said, I'll have to come visit sometime. I'd like to join a pack, though I'm not sure how they'd take to me.