Thunder Dome three wise men

Frostrar had a point, even though it came over pretty rough. Jolon didn't mind his rough attitude, it was part of who this silver brute was. If he were to have met him a few days prior to Jolon's acceptance into the tribe he would've probably made a fuss about it, but the relaxing atmosphere of the mountains and other wolves to talk to had made him more open minded. With the words Frostrar was speaking came more thoughts and possible solutions, but they all sounded impossible in his head. Of course they could try to convince the dragoness of settling somewhere else, but she had seemed so proud of this piece of land that it would bring pain for Jolon to do it.I'm sure she has a reason for settling here, although I don't know what has caused her to pick this exact spot for the tribe. Even he himself had grown fond of the now familiar ridges of Thunder Dome, not to mention the breathtaking woods. He did agree that it would be best for them to move with a nod to Frostrar, but he would not be the one to convince Asterr. 

Noctura shook his head to the question if he knew of more packs in the area and it looked like the silver brute also had no clue if there were. Jolon himself only knew of the big cats as a possible threat, but it seemed useless to point it out.

 Noctura didn't respond to what Frostrar had said, he seemed to be more curious of them rather than the pack on Porcupine Ridge. The question was not shrugged off but was thought provoking to Jolon. What had made him chose to settle here so far from his prior home? Jolon had almost forgotten about the day he had killed his only companion by accident, but now the painful memories seemed to hit him in the face. It was guilt and despair that had led him to seek more company, the thought that he could start over had kept him going. And then there was the charming dragoness. She was like a saving angel, giving him this chance to start anew. It was her spirit that had kept him bound to this place. Wherever she went, Jolon would follow her.

The thought of a home sounded nice. Jolon replied short, some despair mixed with his normal emotionless tone. There was no way he could tell them what he had done. It caused him pain just by thinking about it, imagine what it would be like talking about it. No, he was not ready yet to tell these males his whole story. Perhaps the courage that was needed for him to openly talk about it with others would come with time, but for now he would rather keep his mouth shut.