Blacktail Deer Plateau Command me to be well

It was strange to plan such a thing out, like a schedule, a business rather than letting nature take its course. He lamented the thought of lacking a mate, providing a woman with a litter through him without the desire to build something together (not that he sees Rosalyn that way, no homewrecking for him) - but beggars couldn't be choosers he supposed. She kept on her end after his honest answer, and only time would tell if further concern would arise. 

He would leave it there for now with a slow thoughtful nod. 

No. Again, honest. He had very little expectation that what he already had. Life was boring most days, but it didn't displease him. Boring was good, boring was safe. They had some excitement every now and then, the death of Harps... a negative event that had him delighted to sit in a moment of dull pleasure. Hopefully I don't disappoint. 

Disappointment, he had done his fair share of that in recent times.