Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

I did! :3

Warbone's tone was inarguable, claiming they were first as a title -- but Zephyr was already wondering if there was more -- no matter any feelings he may or may not have for this Saena woman. Since the ebony brute valued his throat and the blood in his body -ironic, consitering he'd been seconds from suicide -- he didn't question further. 

The Maverick curved to stand at Warbones side, only pulling up to his shoulder when motioned for; they walked together, emmerced in the hunt and plans, and Zephyr didn't flinch from the sudden closeness. It was, as promised, what he'd wanted. He felt as a companion to the man, unsure of where he would fall once -- if, depending on the ways of the pack -- ranks came into play. Zephyr was still healing and adapting to want or be ambitious, but it was a natural curiousity. 

                      "I can handle what you need me to do."