Two Rivers Isle Quilted red

He listened to his Kings words, auds pinning back as his muzzle crinkled into a wolfish laugh. After leaving Bluegrass, he had promised himself not to dwell too much on the past, yet it seemed as if no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the binds. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing; having fond memories of his kin sometimes spurred his motivation yet he had a new family now along with new responsibilities to ensure the survival of the dark pairs brood. "True," he agreed, tail thumping upon the dry ground as he spoke, "Though Aeronwyn isn't interested in stars I don't think." He cocked his head in thought, mind drifting to the pale vixen as he recalled her willowy frame. "She has more battle scars than most females I've seen." With a dismissive shake of his head, the boy turned his focus to Burke's second speech/ "Yet children have to have guidance similar to a pack," he voiced, recalling the brief lessons his father had told him, "Otherwise they might run straight into the paws of a bear." He meant the statement as sort of a joke, yet he wasn't sure how his superior would take it. Oh well, he wasn't the most tactical of wolves in the first place.