Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

Death would have been a given as a gift to the sullen male, for a wolf without purpose, without heart, should not be made to walk the earth. And not because such heedless souls didn't deserve to, but because it was a long and painful existence to remain in that state. Warbone watched him, rendering himself obstinately silent as he regarded Zephyr's question evenly. "Come," he commanded at last, turning to make his way back down the Ridge, fully expecting the dark brute, and former Seadog to follow. Rather than tell, he would show the man another option.

"What happened to you?" he asked, passing his good eye over his shoulder to look at him. This was a very different wolf than the one who had come to him on the Keep's borders, seeking advice with twinkling, imperious eyes, ready to be his own king.