Moonspear a grin made for war

Lex focuses a moment on where he’s going so he doesn’t trip up again, watching his feet touch the ground in the dark.  Once he’s taken a few good, solid steps, he looks back up and takes a deep breath.  It’s quiet, even with Wildfire talking, and it gives him a weird chilling feeling.  He brushes it off, for now, and turns to listen, entirely missing how tense she’d gotten.  She doesn’t go into detail about her decision making and he doesn’t pressure her for it.

“I came from a small pack and I left because another pack nearby wanted our land.  They were a lot bigger than we were, we didn’t stand a chance if we wanted to fight,” he tells her with a flick of his tail.  It was a little more violent than Lex was willing to let on but his own tension rises in his shoulders and it takes a couple of awkward steps to shake it out.  “They told us we could join them if we wanted.  I chose to find my own way.”  It is, at the most, some sort of half truth.  He certainly hadn’t been given the offer.  “So I’m here.  And I’m glad for it.”