“Whatever you think is best,” Fenrir replied, acknowledging Rose’s wishes. He started to realize how little he knew this young woman, though he wanted to. Her words had struck him, making him feel like an intruder. [i]Well, I am an intruder, aren’t I?[/i] he contemplated, starting to give it thought, and in turn filling him with guilt.

She had a suitor lined up, didn’t she say? One that she chose; one that she may have [i]loved.[/i] A man that may already know who she is and could give her what she wanted. Her words echoed in his head; [i] the more I won’t want to go,[/i] and [i]as much as I would like to ignore the truth.[/i] She didn’t want this; she probably wanted Fenrir go, and leave her out of his life. [i]And I could… I could leave, return her freedom, never to come back…[/i] he gave it a serious moments thought.

But then what would he leave with? He would have nothing, and no one; just his lonely cabin in the woods. His only friend a young dryad that, while grateful for it’s company, often annoyed him. He could not live among his kin after the events of the war, and he could not live among humans, being a [i]Lycan[/i]. He’d be alone for the rest of his life, of that much he was certain. [i]And what a pathetic life it’s been…[/i] he thought, as melancholy began to set it.

Suddenly, a voice growled in the back of Fenrir’s mind. [i]A [b]wolf[/b] does not concern itself with the opinion of [b]sheep[/b].[/i] The voice wanted to reestablish Fenrir’s confidence, and in truth, had some success. But it was a voice he was afraid of, a voice he had always tried to silence. It made him uncertain; was it the man that chase after this Rose, or was it the beast? 

After a few moments, he recollected himself.

“I could go into town with you today, if you’d like.” Fenrir added, unsure how Rose would feel about this offer.