I never knew, that deep down, that I wanted, no, needed, this. I never knew that what was missing was the sense of belonging somewhere. How easy was that? It felt like a switch was flipped, and some of the sense of being lost had vanished. While I still have a lot to try to figure out, maybe this will be the step in the right direction. But I had a feeling this would be a never ending sense of perpetuity, always stretching on, this feeling of lost-ness. But my only hope was that later on it would fade, and sometime go away, but that was something I couldn't know, not now, not ever. Only time would tell.

Avery spoke of there being no time limit, and I nodded my head softly. I wanted to make sure that I did the best I could, and I understood what she meant, that I needed to make sure I got the real feel of Iromar before talking about it, because the real feelings for it would convey better than any little ideas of it.

I worried though, in the back of my mind that I wouldn't fit in with the rest of the pack, that I'd be an outsider. Merely, because I didn't know how to act within a pack. The worry was big, but I was determined to not show it. I had to make it.

Avery spoke of showing the way, even a possible tour. "I would love a guide." I spoke softly, watching her expression as I stood there. The idea of a den to sleep in, to stay safe, kept flashing in my mind, and knowing I'd be safe, that was the best of all.