Stone Circle brother i go to my lair to die

i think so! <3

if shardul was surprised to hear a request for vengeance upon the lips of his ward, he did not show such unto her. the lemon orbs turned skyward -- he mulled her words slowly in his mind. there were certain details for which to be accounted -- he could not simply stride into a grouping of wolves and seize one of them. he had scantly escaped with his life upon the mountain, as the scar across one flank could attest.

"how many wolves didst thou see?" shardul inquired, turning back to regipre as he lapsed into the tongue of his mother. traveling with the coyote and hearing the speech of the wolves had modernized him, but the silver panther would disallow himself the luxury of forgetting from where he had come.