Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

The answer wasn't much, but Antares was in no place to press for more. His interest halfhearted at best, born from just trying to understand what it was Charles had done with his life to get away from everything that had gone wrong. He had pried enough, most likely. And, when the coywolf made a move to conclude this not long after that, neither did the Ostrega argue with that flow any. In fact he was content enough to be on his way, having nothing to really gain or lose in this besides time, and not at all bothered by the notion that this could easily be the last time their paths crossed.

Same to you, he supplied. After, Antares chuffed a low goodbye, and turned to his own road away too.