Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

His reasons were cheerfully simple. I like to be out. He glanced around, taking in the trees with clear appreciation. It's quiet. Gannet loved birds, but their absence and the slow silent sounds of the night had a special kind of calm beauty.

Gannet could tell, on some level, something wasn't right. But he had a hard time putting it into words, and he had to think a moment on it. You seem... missing. That wasn't exactly right. But he didn't know how else to describe the lack of emotional connection. He'd met wolves with it before, and as always, his habit of upfront cheer brought mixed results.