Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

"I do not believe a decision can be hasty," he mused. "We all have the freedom to change our minds at all, so who is to say whether a choice is made too quickly or not. I think you should just follow your gut... Or heart. I prefer gut. My heart is such a fickle thing." Warbone wrinkled his nose, finding that he spoke far more candidly to Wildfire than he did anyone else. She had yet to strike him as weak or unintelligent, so he felt every inclination to share with her as freely as his tongue wished.

"You mentioned options— well here is another to your reserves," he ventured, ears erecting attentively atop his crown. "I intend to make a claim here soon. I would like to settle within a days travel of the ocean— I find the salt air to be cleansing— and if you were so inclined, you would have a place with me. And in knowing your worth, as both a scout and confidant, you would bear a rank where none would question your absence, should the desire for freedom strike you. If I understand nothing else, it is that a sense of freedom hangs tantamount to all except the instinct for survival." It was personal freedom, after all, that had prompted him to leave the Dragons and their stiffling command. For while Warbone believed someone needed to be in charge, he did not find his position to be influid.

If he felt a wolf were more worthy of a task than him, then he would easily relinquish it. "With your many options, however, I do not presume you to choose that; and I would be just as grateful to mark the bottom of your totem pole of mere consideration, if you will."