Little Goat Mountain Are we faded

She fumbled slightly over an unnecessary apology. The event was a part of his past, no longer a sore subject to him and long forgotten was his bitterness over it all. Though as he considered it, he couldn't remember ever speaking on it aloud, but this was mostly due to the fact that no one had ever asked. Warbone didn't consider himself an enigmatic man— and he wasn't by practical standards— but a lot of him was unknown because of his physical imposition and the lackluster way in which he spoke.

"Plans are detrimental to me in my current situation," he mused. "I am on a day-to-day basis for now." He did have a goal. A distant one, but he didn't mention it regardless. There was no promise he would even remain in this area at all, let alone settle. He didn't imagine he would meet little Wildfire again either for it to matter. He didn't meet many wolves twice, but it had happened before he supposed. "And you, Wildfire? Your plans. Do they include being more than a Gamma of Moonspear one day?"