Blackfeather Woods On second thought

The man seemed...uneasy perhaps.
He probably didn't want to know about another closet of mothballs, so Rowan kept his trap shut.
He didn't have much more to say, his thoughts had been whisked away.
He'd spoken easily with Collision, but maybe it was just the fact he had been defensive at first.

"Of course not, there's not much to do when your pack is small," he grinned, carefree.
He inclined his head for Skoll to follow, thinking he'd lead him to the altar.
A place to show and share, he believed.
Unless he had to go, then that was fine, he would just show him to the borders.