Kanuna hadn't realized he'd blurted out one of the sacred secrets of the tribe's werewolves that was kept from even the rest of the group. He was a little out of practice with sharing, and being with Samuel again, his old trusted friend, had made him a little too relaxed with his words.
"Yep," he confirmed about the following, nodding. "It sounds stalkery, I know." Another reason it took him so long to finally come forward. Kanuna shifted the strap of his bag again, shrugging at the second part of the question. "I've been living fine, Sam." The last thing he wanted was for Sam to feel sorry for him.
"Mind if I set these down?" He asked, swinging the guitar around by the neck and looping it off his shoulder. The instrument gave a hollow hum and he stilled the strings with the calm familiar press of his fingers.