Blake sat on the porch steps with his head in his hands. Those long string finger dug in his shoulder length black hair and a slight shake of his shoulders showed the mental pain he was in. He took a drawing breath as he glanced behind himself at her, "Sorry," he muttered, "Sofie was probably curious about the guy. She never learned not all people are as welcoming as me and Mom."<br/><br/>He gave a heavy sigh as he stood from the porch steps and nodded for her to come along. Something told him he couldn't get rid of her anyways. His eyes trailed over the tall grass before coming to a small fenced in plot that was shaded by towering spruce trees. Seven headstones or so were placed within the space. He stared at the plot before speaking.<br/><br/>"Every male in my family has died here on this plot due to wolves," he admitted after sometime, "Even as a child growing up with the stories I heard I fell more in love with the very beasts that terrified my family enough to move. The women of the family never were attacked oddly."<br/><br/>He sighed once more, "I can't fear wolves they behave in ways that are perfectly reasonable. My grandfather used to beat me when I would break the traps he set around the house for all sorts of animals. My father died when I was a child. After that Mom couldn't stand being our here alone."