Hushed Willows Juramentum

Warbone had spent half his life looking over his shoulder, avoiding company and the implications as well as the altercations that it subject him to, but he was severely comfortable within the Keep. So comfortable in fact that he was a little surprised at his own nonplussed reaction to the sudden appearance of Teagan at his side. He looked at the claret wolf, expressionless aside from the mild flicker of pleasure that crossed his features as the appropriate submission was given. It was all Warbone required; the validation making his chest swell, and the copper wolf licked his jaws thoughtfully as he turned his face out towards the expansion of the Marsh beyond his grounds. "Save your flattery," he said quietly, though without any harshness. "I have a better use for your tongue in the days to come." His face changed marginally, obtaining a mischievous glint as he faced the young male again— and this time he returned the sentiment between them by grazing the burnished thick of his nape with preening teeth. "Come," he bid him, leading the patrol and feeling significantly more relaxed with an extra set of senses beside him.

He knew Teagan would not let the silence linger between them long, and he enjoyed the anticipation he felt for what the devilish fox might say.