Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

What a nice young man; he likely already had a little she-wolf that was the apple of his eye. But looks were deceiving, and from his scent, he didn't have a pack, either. Meaning... no she-wolf. He thought himself a genius, though he wasn't, and the man knew such, and that wolves need not touch to be lovers. Take it, little one. There's a warren near here. I'll find another, Shard said with a smile, shuffling his body so Louis could sit down more comfortably. Loners help loners.

I barely know him, I barely know him-