Hideaway Strath Could have been my happy ever after

His brows knitted together, his nose wrinkling in a half repulsed look like something just died in front of him. In fact, something probably just did. His hope of having his privacy for a start and it seemed like the downfall of his appearance to her. Or so it seemed through the grinding of her teeth in an act of impatience. 

Part of being a chronicler was weaving tales, so that would be something he'd try now. Or should he come out with the truth?
The best lies were mixed with the truth.
"I lived in a nomadic pack that passed through this land as soon as we could leave the den. We lived in the north, I left them to settle in a pack and make my trades. I was captured by those humans, or so the dogs call them. I was released after a year and made my way here."
Well, it was the truth and he'd not lied. But the story wasn't all the truth. Not that he'd expect Towhee, who seemed to think oh so highly of herself, to be bothered much longer.