Dawnlark Plains Weak he was, Stronger he is

Warbone shook his head, slowly. Of course, there was his own stead, but he could not necessarily take in fleeing wolves, as Esaro stated. His power was tenuous at best, a yet unwoven thread, and he was wary of his recently acquired crown. He personally knew Esaro to be a pacifist, however, so he did not mind extending an offer to him. "I cannot speak for a mass exodus, but you have a place with me." He could be toughened up— or die trying. But thus was natural selection at its finest.

"For there is a path out of your desire to flee, Esaro. And I can show you the way. You say you want to live, so you have already taken the first step, and you can begin the construction of a fortitude that you presently do not have. Those not born without such constitution must build it from scratch... However, it must be something that you want. So you must decide what you want, boy. Do you want fleeing to be your strength? Or do you want to be able to protect who or what you love, no matter the cost, no matter the fear?"