Sleeping Dragon daybreak

"Do not be," he chuffs in return to her apologies with a halfhearted shruged. "Well, unless you are saying you are sorry I've survived all that to now land here," he smirks with humor heavy on his tongue. Still, joking aside, she'd not been involved and he sought no condolences, the wounds were old and his placement here signalled his moving forward. While it still ached with the scarred skin pulled tight on his neck in reminder of it all, a tiny piece of him was proud to have moved past it and arisen anew -- differently, more introspective, but certainly alive.

"I see," he then replies thoughtfully. "I guess I can say the same. Being second to the alpha meant fighting and patrol came with the territory. Not by titling as some wolf of the trade specifically," he explains on and decides it does make sense. He had been a guardian of the Rise, but it was because he once was that and so much more. "What was your main occupation? Or did that come as just warrior?" he asks back, wondering if it went any deeper than just warrior. He knows not to expect too many details if it was the case.