Two Rivers Isle Quilted red

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At the mention of the pale vixen working on her trade, the young males auds pricked in interest. He wondered what sort of trade she was working on, perhaps if she was learning to fight they could both train together like he and Malice had done. With a slight not to himself, he decided he'd have to meet with her maybe after his trip to see if she had any tips worth sharing. "I'll try," he let out a small chuckle to his Kings next speech, hiding the mixed feelings boiling inside his mind. The memories of the small, dusky brown she wolf were vivid as his focus blurred into Burke's grayscale figure; fading back to their encounter within the forest as she had offered to help heal his scar. She had been kind, strangely comforting as she had sung him a tuneful motif, yet something hadn't been quite right with her. Whatever it was that had made doubt cloud his vision, he'd have to pit that behind him when the time would come for him to set out on his search. He'd not be the one to let his pack down. With a slight dip of his head, he took in th next piece of information Burke decided to share with him, confusion forcing his tail to twitch uncomfortably yet he made no remark, simply offering his superior a determined smile as his copper orbs watched the brute pad away. With a finally yawn, his jaws closed at with a satisfying click as he let his paws carry him towards the small hollow, curling up inside it as he drifted off to sleep. He'd talk to Malice once the sun rose to inform her of his new mission, perhaps meet the puppies for the second time too.