Bunnate
"I dorn't trust Olinger. His motivations are ambiguous at best." he says, looking up at the tent ceiling, the only thing his eyes can focus on. Soft moon shadows bend around the tent pole and he can make out something.
"I want tae be wi' ye and Bode." It's an honest answer. Bode is so ingrained here- with his new brothers and the life he leads - that Nate's not sure that there is any other possibility than here.
He hasn't had enough time to talk with Bode tonight. "Maybe when I gab with him things will be made clear..." he whispers. "The Dog Park is gonnae in a new direction I heard. Maybe things will bloom. Maybe they've learned tae bide an' lit bide."