Get Along There

Enrico nodded sympathetically to her brief tale of her missing friend, privately making it a point to keep a wary eye out for this 'missing' friend for more than humanitarian reasons, though for the sake of his own morals he would anyway. "Perhaps if you tell us about this friend, we can keep our eyes and ears open for signs of them and help you reconnect," he offered.

Her reaction to his comment about her unconsciously seeking out a pack earned a tight smile and faint shrug. "Where else are you guaranteed to find someone to speak with, but at a pack's borders? Conversation to ease your loneliness, certainly. Is that not what you were hoping for?" He tilted his head to the side, studying her. Despite his natural suspicions, he could not help but feel sorry for the woman. He, too, had found loneliness in his exile from all he knew. "Sometimes we need to give up our preconceptions of ourselves before we can find what we really need," he mused aloud, his mind dwelling for the moment on his own time alone, before he'd sought out Celestial and then, having realized who he was, to Niente.