Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

She listened with pricked ears and a genuinely intrested expression. She commented on his trip, looking fairly surprised. He didn't really understand why, but maybe it was hard for her to understand his desires. She asked him of his plans, and he nodded, pondering over his answer. In truth, he hadn't gone over his plans clearly.

"Well," he started slowly, "I was very unsatisfied with my old pack. I am not a religious person, and they took up this crazy religion that just didn't make any sense to me. Many others left after being given the choice, but I think it was unfair to just change the tides without talking with the members to hear their opinion. I want all my wolves to have a voice so they can give their opinions and share their ideas. I don't want to rule the roost as a tyrant and force things on my wolves," He told her, tail swishing back and forth.

His speech was deep. Very deep for a wolf like him, but maybe that wasn't bad. Maybe he was changing for good, and would help his followers create a very powerful pack. But then again, maybe all the stress and excitement of it was bringing out his better sides, and hiding his bad ones for now.