Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

Tonravik reacted in kind. Frivolity salved, the Delta licked his chops and sat down. Agreeably surveying their elysian find, a pleased sigh escaped his maw in ghostly wisps. Odd how most of them were awake so early in the morning. Did the big bad wolves scare them awake? The thought caused his tongue to brush against slobbered fangs. As they should be. Thinking they could bring one down did Kapvik begin to formulate a plan. A self-destructive task to be sure, but a man can dream...
INDENTThe she-bear words caused his expression to shift into one more formal. The requirements she demanded of her supporters were no laughing matter. “I'll soon sport the Warrior trade. As for Warden...I need to work on it.” Kapvik revealed nothing of his sluggish, plaintive times. First it had been Arverk, then Ayana, and finally Wicked that made him a recluse for a solid two weeks. He kept to his duties even then, but with less vigor and even fewer interactions. Currently, Tonravik's presence and her cubs up-and-coming reveal annulled depression. It will still trouble him at night, but he would suffer less from this moment on. Kapvik looked to her now, expecting a reaction. Be it disappointment, fancy or none of the above, the wolverine waited.