Trent hoped that Alder was right, but there wasn't really anything that anyone could do now to prove it, anyway. All he could do was wait and hope. It would not be that hard to find a better life, anyway, as the only ones he'd lived was a fake, hollow one and one on the road. Now, he had a chance for something real. The problem was, though, that the coywolf was not so sure which of his feelings were real and which were fake. Only time could tell.
There was a small pause at the suggestion. "Sure," Trent eventually agreed with a hesitant smile when Alder suggested walking him back to the hotel. The two of them made their way back there again and parted ways; Trent ended up in the hotel, in the mostly empty room that didn't feel like home at all just yet.
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