Wapun Meadow to hear the sounds of people x2

"More to it than what I care to tell," he pulled the iceberg to shelter him from the subject. He hated what he had done enough as it was; retelling it wasn't going to make it any better, let alone reverse it so he wouldn't have to do it again. "Let's just leave it at that. Some things you just have to do." He wasn't trying to be rude, but his abraisive ways usually made it seem so.

"You don't seem cursed," he said, baritones painting a false picture of an angel against the one she seemed to be. She didn't seem cursed at all, and a scar, though it was ugly, didn't mean the person who bore it was scarred. He had his own patchword of scars across his ruff, and thankfully dark grey skin usually blended the crisscross with the ebony fur that was bedded around them. Now he couldn't even decipher if he himself was cursed. He had reoccuring nightmares, and more often than not, it gave him him more grief than grattitude. It never helped him become a better being, regardless of it. And yes, in a way, it traumatized him.  But it also helped mold him into being who he was.

"That sounds pretty fantastic though," He said with half of a grin. "I didn't come from a place of dynasty, but there was some sick bit of royalty we had. And it didn't help that the remaining pup of a alpha pair was labeled either a 'Prince' or a 'Princess.' Not too far from what you have." How many packs had done this? Declaring royalty on a wolf who knew nothing of it other than culture? Who was to ay we weren't all heathens?