Emberwood Not The Plan

He felt, rather than saw, her perk up slightly beneath his at the pose of his question. Warbone realized then that she was a vain creature, a trait either retained from her beautiful youth or earned when she had reached a certain age, bestowing upon herself an expectation for respect. This may have contributed to her attack, he thought, but it was of little consequence to him. He thought she deserved indifference, if not respect because of her age. She was hardly a threat, regardless of if her tongue was polite or not. He didn't know much about her, but she seemed pleasant enough, even littered in injury.

Nova Rose's skills were typical of her gender and age. He couldn't very well have expected her to be some great hunter or warrior at this time, but she was certainly to be valued for her knowledge. She had seen many years and who knew how many miles had gone beneath her paws or how many things those very blue eyes had seen. He paused from tending to her wounds as she asked about himself, and his swiped his reddened tongue over his chops. Warbone had little qualm with answering questions asked of him "I spent half my life traveling, living a selfish and volatile life. But I seek to settle this year— start a pack, a family, perhaps," he mused, telling her the heart of his dream which he had not previously discussed before. "It is a mere delusion of mine for now. I will bring it to fruition as the opportunities to do so continue to present themselves to me."