King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

The warriors ears perked at the suggestion, a sense of interest in his eyes before being pulled back to his head in thought. He hadn't really thought of joining a pack -- what if it was corrupt like his home or antisocial like his last? He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand a nomadic lifestyle, pack to pack. 

"I'm not sure..." He admitted his skepticism on the idea. But staring down at her warm eyes, he couldn't leave her with an answer of nothing. Perhaps, you could take me to meet the leaders?"