Redhawk Caldera My social-meter is low.

Sebastian was mildly surprised about the fact that Wildfire disregarded his suggestion and started about another topic. A certain topic he didn't expect her to start on, but nevertheless, he was more than willing to share more information about it. He was surprised that the red dhole made it out alive from that wench of a female. Sebastian liked to keep his thoughts pure but then he thought back about that moment and how Saena ruined everything it made him back to being bitter. He felt being bitter was sometimes he second nature with his Father and Saena sometimes hogging his mind. 

"I'm glad she didn't attack you like she did with me. Probably because she didn't have her pack of misfits and bandits with her," he sounded grumpy when he said that. His pale eyes traveled to her face, almost guilty for talking to her like that. Wildfire wasn't the blame here. "She ranted to me too, but the difference was with me that I was in the North. I wasn't on her territory but that crazy witch decided that thew whole North was her territory," he explained. "The attack on junior was very fresh and she thought your father send me to assassinate her. Me.. of all wolves. I hardly look like an assassin. She is crazy Wildfire," he spoke. The wound on his shoulder almost closed up. "I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."