Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

Thanks for that edit! :D

So far, Quixote was pretty sure he was doing an ok job talking up his pack -- thought it wasn't like he had a ton of experience, so anything above her walking away horrified was probably a positive.  Maybe he'd do ok at this after all?  Nah, probably not.

It did perplex him that she seemed so cautious over things -- maybe she'd been more badly burned by a previous pack than he had.  It was kind of hard for him to imagine something worse, but he was only seeing things from his limited perspective rather than hers.  I don't think you have to worry about it.  I pretty much do the same and I haven't run into any pacifists yet -- everyone always likes knowing nobody's gonna sneak in without an invite, I think.  He did his best to compliment this with a small smile to reassure her that really, it wasn't a problem.  But I don't think anyone's gonna tie you down to it if it doesn't sound good any more, he added.  That was definitely something that Quixote found fortunate.  If that hadn't been the case he wasn't sure what he'd end up doing, but it certainly wouldn't be trying to expand his own abilities like he was right now.

He nodded.  There was nothing wrong with waiting, with making sure that it was the best choice out there.  Maybe she'd like something else -- maybe that trade based pack thing that made zero sense to him was a better fit for her.  Who was he to judge? Feel free to stop by whenever.   If you do call, I'll greet you there if I can.  What's your name, though?  With that tentative interest, he wasn't going to let her be a complete stranger.