Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

she was nice.

she was pretty.

his chin tucked against his chest, almost sheepish and coy. as if she had asked him something grandly personal. he knew nothing about the pack in the canyon, or why she seemed pretty dang content to be rid of it.

i, uh, dunno? i guess i dispersed my pack too. i don't really...i guess haven't found somewhere good to be.

tried to shrug his shoulders. despite that obviously being out of the equation when he was down on his side.