Dawnlark Plains It's not the end

Warbone watched the boy jump to his feet as he realized his presence. He had influence over Esaro without exercising it, but he was beyond his willingness to coddle him any longer. Grace had told him the story, and the injuries of the former Phoenix spoke truth to her words, but that did not explain what he was doing here. "You would abandon those still wanting to be near you? You would betray young Grace in this way— out here moping and sniveling. Are you done with your life, Esaro? Is that it? Do you want me to take it? Did you send that cryptic message so that I might find you and avenge the waste of my knowledge?" He realized he was monologuing, and grew frustrated because if they had been alone, and if he thought Sen wouldn't defend the boy, he would've attacked him already.

As it were, the great wolf merely snarled and rippled, furious with Esaro but remaining at bay. "You are a coward, Esaro. I offered to build to rise above your current predisposition and you would rather collapse and snivel in the mud on the banks of your failure. If we ever cross paths, and you are still of this worthless mentality, I will kill you." His eyes bore into the boy's face, before Warbone turned and went back in the direction he had come— too angry to bid a proper farewell to the Sanctuary queen. Though, this wasn't his first impression on her so he chose not to think about how this might effect her opinion of him.