Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

To Kjalarr's complete surprise it seemed Sage did not appear to take any offense to his brutal opinion and instead managed to turn it into motivation. She agreed with him! “I know,” He responded simply with the tease of a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, scrunching the ruined flesh of his muzzle slightly with the pull of the muscles. He wasn't typically the arrogant type, at least where the “i'm always right” arrogance came into play that was, but he couldn't see where he'd been wrong. Then again, hearing someone complain about giving a position of power and honor, about the privilege they were trusted with left Kjalarr with a bitter and metallic taste to linger in his mouth. Hearing her whine and pity herself and seek sympathy (from the worse wolf she could have, mind) only had served to dredge up unwanted grudges and bitterness. He'd been harsh with her but it worked.

“I know it can be trying and frustrating at times but that is the faith that your subordinates put in you and you should never betray that.” Doubting herself was doing them a dishonor, as far as Kjalarr was concerned. With his lecture over he offered her a slight rise and fall of his shoulders.