Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

He said everything so . . . so casually? . . . or was there defeat behind his words? She tried to make sense of him, but in what little she knew, he was unsolvable - and that only made her curiosity grow stronger.

"Making a pack for them is hardly a whatever thing. That's an amazing thing, a thoughtful and loving thing," and surely that notion alone spoke of the heart that must still be buried somewhere deep in this brusque and apathetic young man. Her own heart continued to draw toward him, wanting to understand. To know. "Without your sisters. . . did you make your pack? Or. . . are you alone?"

Cèilidh delivered her final question with a slow sense of caution, hesitant to even ask -- but she asked, because how would she get any answers if she didn't?