Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

At her question, in regards to if he'd ever considered becoming a counselor Kjalarr almost let out a bark of a laugh — though as it was a soft chuckle rumbled in his throat. The idea, in and of itself, seemed extremely preposterous if because when he thought counselor he thought decidedly of an elder. A wolf with much more experience and wisdom than what Kjalarr assumed he held. Perhaps it was his connection with the Allfather, or the fact that tragic events of his life had pushed him to mature much faster than he should have, but he did, at times, feel like he was older than almost one year of age. He did not admit this to her, however. “I do not think I am old enough,” Nor had he lived much life to be able to assist with issues. Her issues had been easy enough for him to compartmentalize and to offer her his harsh and unyielding opinions on simply because he was ambitious, and this allowed him to offer her a different perspective than her own.

“I am ambitious and have no patience for leaders who do not appreciate what they have been given,” He offered with a rise and fall of his broad shoulders. “In fact, I have no patience for leaders who act like their subordinates owe them everything and treat said subordinates like shit just because they don't worship them, either. But that's a grievance for another day; I simply do not fear backlash for speaking my mind.” All of those things together simply made him useful in her situation, that was all.