Heath wasn’t sure if he was ready to live directly with other wolves. He hadn’t so a large portion of his lifetime, and the thought of it worried him. He had confidence that he would be welcomed here, but there was still a part of him that found a comfort in solitude. Somehow he wasn’t ready to give that small bit of himself up yet.
Heath gave a silent laugh at her response, understanding for once what Haven might be talking about. He had warned Heath about Svara, but he still found her a pleasant wolf to deal with. Looking up, gold eyes her and gave a grin that matched her own. “I promise to try. Thanks Svara.” He spoke as he bid her farewell and thanks. He watched her return to her house, and the male sat beside the ocean looking out into the vast gray tide