Neverwinter Forest if the high was worth the pain

“No,” Kjalarr assured Kaskara when she inquired if he'd joined the pirate pack on the coast that he kept hearing about. Caiaphas had mentioned it in a pack meeting, and further the leaders of Donnelaith had spoken of it when Kjalarr had joined Caiaphas and Vlad on their journey down to The Sentinels. “My leader was attacked by two of them and I would give nothing more than to return the favor in her honor,” Except if let loose upon them he would kill — ensure that they could not cause trouble for any more packs. There was plenty of pent up rage seething beneath Kjalarr's surface and he would gladly accept something, or someone he could set it loose upon. Both Kaskara and Scimitar reiterated that he was welcome in their ranks and Kjalarr appreciated it more than he could ever find the words to say. He loved them; dearly, and that was exactly why he could not bring himself to bring Charon's childish wrath upon them by joining them. Besides, he was happy in Saltwinter and though Caiaphas was the only wolf he really could claim to know (and his knowledge of her was thin due to her rather enigmatic aura) he liked her very much. “Thank you,” The Frostfurs would always be his family and he owed them more than he could ever repay them.

Kjalarr's eyes lit up with unspoken delight when Kaskara assured him that she, as well as her mate Kieran, were happy and that everyone was well and that if all went according to plan she would be welcoming little ones into the world. The Northman's smile was fond as it twitched at the corner of his lips. “I hope that you will, too.” He spoke to her quietly, thinking that she deserved happiness and little chocolate children pattering around her. 

Kjalarr's attention shifted to Scimitar when the only father figure he'd ever truly known (as guilty as he felt for betraying Ragnar like that), contemplative when he admitted that Bazi and him had split. “Oh,” Kjalarr spoke simply, unsure what would be the appropriate response; he wasn't so sure that I am sorry was it because perhaps it had been for the better. Scimitar didn't appear like he was in any sort of bad emotional state, Kjalarr observed; and he was innately curious as to what had caused the split but hesitated on inquiring in case it was to personal. He couldn't recall if he ever witnessed them fight or disagree on anything but he'd been too wrapped up in his own selfish concerns to bother to pay attention to what was going on around him. “How did it happen?” It was inquired softly, and allowed for Scimitar to dismiss it if he did not wish to share.