Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

He listened, as patient as ever, though Warbone could not proclaim to understand Zephyr's particular strife besides the feeling of abandonment. He supposed this was all it took, with some wolves; enough of it could drive one to death. He didn't respond for a long while, pausing to turn his head with the single good eye in place, so that he might survey everything around them as they went. He hadn't forgotten his task upon finding the forlorn male, and still kept his wits about him for any other wolf that thought they might settle near his claim.

Only when he was ready, did he address Zephyr again, stopping their progress completely so that he might look at him squarely. "Before I take you into the Vale, I command that you leave anything useless of yourself here on this ridge. You shall carry no strife, or piteous emotions with you where I will lead. And if you can shed this of yourself, then you shall never want for companionship again."