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There was something about the zoo…
Ainsley had been here for a few weeks now and had mostly set herself up. She had gotten a job that paid well enough to pay for the unassuming little place that she rented. She had chatted up the University Deans in order to get a place there if she so chose. And she had reunited with Clair, which had been the whole point in stopping here in the first place. So, all in all she had pretty much settled herself in. As much as she ever bothered to, anyway. It was silly to settle in too much when you wandered as often as she did.
She had also been here long enough to meet a person or two. Not, honestly, that Ainsley ever made wonderful close friends. She had a few that she loved and cared for, and a few that were fun to hang out with, but for the most part, she was a relatively solo person. But she enjoyed meeting people as she went along by. There was always someone different everywhere she went and she could see that even now, as she thought about the people of this place.
One she had met, well, she had felt some sort of kinship with, something similar about both of them that had just sort of resonated with her. Maybe it was because he seemed like he had lost something important, and she knew how that felt, or maybe it was because he seemed to just…. Treat the world somehow similarly to how she did. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But she had decided that she wanted to find out, and she had decided that he seemed interesting and she was a bit like a terrier… once she got a bone, she didn’t let go.
So she had asked Nate to meet her at the zoo, by the wolves. Because, while there was something about the zoo, there was definitely something about the wolves. She blamed Kit for the way that she could be found here sitting in front of the enclosure at any place that had a zoo and a spot for the canines. She had even heard that there was a place where they had a sanctuary for wolf-dogs around here and that had caught her attention. But mostly, she enjoyed watching the wolves. She could do it for hours.
She felt someone come up close and thought it might be Nate, and wondered if he had brought his kid or not but she hadn’t specified, and grinned a little bit. ”I don’t think I’d survive very long in a pack, you know? But they’re fun to watch” she said, not feeling the need to greet and say hello and how are you like some people might. She was the sort to fist bump when someone looked for a handshake, put up a happy front—or really mean it often—when she was feeling like a stone on the inside, untouchable. Why not be a little bit weird? At least it made life interesting.
nathaniel christian jackson hope this is okay<3