Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

He made a light snorting noise, and his eyes glimmered slightly as he appeared genuinely amused by her admittance. Such a small wolf grew up on a mountain, had lived on one, and seemed to frequent them often despite her ungainliness upon the slanted ground. He would've thought she had grown bigger, with the work that was required to sustain mountain-life, but her size was actually quite ideal for the nooks and crannies offered by peaks... except she didn't seem to have the grace or balance to utilize such skill. The adorable irony of it was not lost, even on a wolf like Warbone, who might have smiled greatly were he inclined to such thing.

"Not particularly," he drawled. "One just comes to learn things when the need to manage pain seems constant... It also helps that I have met quite some knowledgeable wolves in my time." He took a lank pace at her side, accommodating for both her height and injuries, but when she returned his question, he found himself silent for a long time. "I have resumed my traveling, I suppose," Warbone sighed at length. "I returned to Sleeping Dragon after I last ran into you, and then found myself at odds with my superior. Rather than disrespect her, verbally or otherwise, I took my leave."

He felt fickle before Wildfire now; mercurial and not dependable. His status had changed and reverted quick enough to give him whiplash— and he was certainly suffering from some side effect of that now.