Dawnlark Plains Weak he was, Stronger he is

"You felt you were being stalked and elected not to look? Shame," he mused, looking away, before languidly returning his gaze to Esaro. "It is almost like I taught you nothing." He couldn't remember explicitly telling the boy that he needed to be aware of his surroundings at all times, but Warbone was presumptuous about the fact that this knowledge had been implied if not spoken. He was mostly being snide, anyway, and it showed on his stern face, which had turned mischievous in the afternoon light.

"I abandoned the Dragons," he answered earnestly, and with the lack of a more implicating term. He supposed that there was a better word than "abandoned", one that made him look less selfish, but it suited his actions regardless. "I could not settle comfortably in their ranks, so I decided to make my own stay closer to the ocean." He left it at that, because Esaro had a pack of his own and that was of little use to Warbone; he would keep what information he gave at this point to a minimum.