Firefly Glen Value

unwilling to speak it out loud, tusk found that her words seemed only natural. it was far more common for others to know very little than for them to know a great deal about what was going on around them. scouts were capable of traveling far and gathering the information needed, but who still aspired to leave behind the comforts of home in order to seek out the greater unknown that was beyond their small existence. it was a pity, but it also ensured that a vast majority of the world was left to be discovered by the likes of him. he could not complain; the wild unknown was just as much a part of him as the jagged hair along his neck and shoulders. what would he do if he could not find solace in the quiet of the wild wood?

“it does not surprise me,” he finally returned to her with a bob of his head. “most don't aim to search beyond the length of their muzzle.” to seek, to find, to understand; that was the real reason for their being on the planet. though pack wolves would likely boast that they had found a group with which to thrive and excel, tusk would have argued that they had only found help with the most basic of tasks: existing. he did not think higher of them for the choices that they made, and he did not think an less.

“do you need somewhere to settle? are you not capable of enduring on your own?”