Redtail Rise Strike Silently

The female was pretty, Arion admitted begrudgingly to himself and though it was usually easy for him to insult others he did not like, there was something about her that made him uncomfortable with shouting insults. Perhaps it was because they were packmates and packmates technically were supposed to be good to one another. But then, when had that rule ever bothered him before? He was a natural rule breaker at heart, rules restrained freedom and freedom was what he desired. Redtail Rise had his loyalty for now, that was sure, for this feeling he had was the same one that touched him in his natal pack, his birth home.

The fiery eyed female walked towards him and Arion stood his ground, though his muscles tensed, ready to attack or defend if she chose to interfere with his personal space. He was a good warrior, though he needed a lesson on humility once in a while. His gaze remained steady, focusing on his packmate's fiery ones. "Is that a compliment?" he asked in his smooth baritone, never loosing eye contact with his pacmate.

Then she began ranting, saying that she had lost everything and she hoped to recover some of it here in this new pack, and then asked him if he thought it was fair that she was always weaker and if she always had to be in the bottom because she was freed. If she always had to submit to others and follow their complete order once more. That rant certainly made the prince interested in her, but he never lowered his guard for once second.

The stallion's voice took on a gentler tone, but with the same rough edge. "No one is weaker than the other, there are only those who think they are stronger but in fact are equal. We can excel at something but there will always be things we fail at." He surprised himself with his words, but then remembered something, "What do you mean 'freed'? Were you a slave? Prisoner of war? Sold when you were young?"