Silvertip Mountain Archiving my 'herbs'

A wide smile appeared on Zaria's muzzle as he mentioned them being friends. As if she was...surprised. Had she not felt the same way? Yes, she was a bit scary and a bit of a darker state of mind, but she still remained kind to him, and other packmates. That he knew of.

"I was once a fighter..but that was a long time ago..." he lowered his head, a solemn look. Just when he was in a good mood, he had to go there. It wasn't purposeful, though it was far too late to stray away. He did try to stay on topic, at least. And tried on a cheerful face, yet a forced one it was.

"It would be. This way, you wouldn't get your paws dirty. And wouldn't feel as much guilt. Because maybe, just maybe, they would survive. And you wouldn't have to see their dead face if they didn't." He looked up again, staring at her with a sudden seriousness to his gaze. "Whatever you do, never let guilt overcome you. It will take you down a road you do not want to venture upon." He knew this, because he had gone down that same road so many years ago. And with the recent arrival of the nightmares once more, it may come again.