"Occasionally," I said. "Warriors on patrol pass through. But not often and not at this hour."
"It feels far from everything," she said.
"It is," I said. "That's why I come here when I need to think."
She looked at me. "You come here to think?"
"Sometimes," I said.
"I didn't picture you needing a place like that," she said.
"Everyone does," I said.
She looked back at the water. "What do you think about here?"
"The same things I think about everywhere," I said. "The territory. The pack. What needs doing and what can wait. It's quieter here so the thinking is cleaner."
She was quiet for a moment.
"I used to think in the shack," she said. "Not by choice. There wasn't much else to do. But I learned how to make the thinking go somewhere useful instead of just going around in circles."
