Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

Heh, yeah it would, Taikon chuckled breathily, but realized after he said it that he was unfamiliar with the Flatlands legend Gracious was referring to. He thought about it for a moment, wondering if Kinta had been a wolf that had claimed its entirety once upon a time. This seemed like a very odd thing to do indeed. The prince made a mental note to ask Gracious about it later.
As far as lonely went, Taikon was indeed a very lonesome animal. He had attempted to convince himself that this was the way he was wired, that he was isolated this way because he was naturally introverted and didn't want to be around others. This was a lie he had been telling himself for years. Recently, perhaps because the Wilds were so overwhelmed with wolves, he had started to realize this was a fallacy.
I never thought about having anyone join me, he admitted. To be honest, most of the people I meet are not the type to be interested in teaming up. And, well.. The white wolf paused here, unsure if he should continue. He tried to think of how to word it so it didn't sound as negative. I can be hard to be around sometimes. He supposed this was true for many people, but having spent so long by himself, Taikon was not always the most agreeable animal.