Bearclaw Valley One year later...

Valette listened to him, listend to the assassin that didn't know how to have friendships. It was not really a surprise, after all the was, as he told her, trained to kill. The young female listened. She was pained to hear that he didn't understand the meaning of having friends, and that, that he was told to kill his parents. That he had killed them. How sorry she felt for him. She did not wish to pity him. Still she thought it was horrible that he was so desensitized that he could have killed the wolves that turned out to be his parents.

Valette smiled kindly at him. "I can help you, and show you what it is like to having a friend. Of course if you really think you are too dangerous and don't want me around I will accept that. But, you saying that you don't want to hurt anyone is already a big step," she complimented him. The male should want to have a friend. She didn't want to force herself upon him, and make the male feel more uncomfortable and upset. "A friend is someone who knows you well. You have already told me personal things that happened to you , and I shared some in return. That, I think, is the beginning of a friendship. You are doing well," she continued.

"You might have done some very bad things, because you were in pain and tortured by your master. But that doesn't mean you are a bad wolf and you don't deserve friends," she hummed. "I could help keep you company," she shrugged. "I am in a pack, Silvertip. It is quite a bit away from here. But if you are in the area you could come and visit me. We could hang out, talk some more, or do some hunting, share a meal. We could do loads of fun things!" The girl looked at him, her green hazel eyes kind. Because in her eyes this male was allowed to have friends. "If you don't want me to be your friend I understand. But you should know that I am willing to be one for you," she explained. "Explain you things you might not understand, or help you feel at home somewhere. Things like that," she offered.