Nova Peak Aw, These Pretzels Suck!

Kero shook his head. He'd been around this valley long enough to know not every pack's merits were the same. Hell, he'd been warned about Blackfeather more times than he wanted to admit. If they were enough to strike a chord with a number of loners in the valley, there was something going on with that pack that held very different values than the rest. Maybe she wasn't aware of them.

Ears at the attention, he listened to her elaborate. Bonds of family and blood. Ahh. That would do it. Or should. He'd only recently left the pack of his birth behind to explore these new wilds. Those bonds for him were questionable at best as they were currently severed. He held no connections here nor anywhere in these lands. Not yet. His loyalties were as fleeting as the wind.

She chose a different approach, contradicting her earlier statement as she went on to describe a number of different values. She spoke of three different packs, each with different goals and motivations and merits that made them tick. She went on, comparing her own pack to those she listed. Family. Loyalty if only for the sake of family, even if they were in the wrong. 

It was that last part that gave Kerosene pause. He watched her carefully, saying nothing as he contemplated his own opinion on the subject. What did he think? "Where is the humility if one will not acknowledge their own faults?" There was forgiveness in family yes, but fighting for something fundamentally wrong simply because they were loved spoke of stubbornness and pride. "Why fight for something you know is false?"