Duck Lake I Could Use A Hammer Right Now

Jace would be lying if he didn't find her more intriguing now that she had spoken a different language. It made him wonder where she was from, what her tongue was from. He was a curious wolf by nature, he couldn't help it. And he craved knowledge the way other's craved meat. Though he too liked meat, especially deer. I wish I did, it sounds intriguing. That was all he said on the matter.

Jace looked down at his scars again, and smiled crookedly. It was not a cheery smile, actually rather weakly. As he realized he was literally riddled with scars. Most i got protecting another, a few because my temper gets in the way. But I am not yet dead, and no one has been able to get me down, so I see that as a win. I do not see it as a loss. The only fight he could think of that he hadn't been protecting another, or his home was with Scimitar. And in a sick twisted way, he had been protecting his home and leaf, from his own temper.