Felltree Marsh Unjaded

If he had noticed anything about the woman's behavior, he didn't let on. Just as she couldn't bring herself to care about him, he couldn't allow himself to be judgemental of her. Especially considering that if the roles were reversed, he would be a lot less diplomatic than she was being. "Well, I certainly did not intend to come back to no ties. If Octavia had remained, this would not be the issue, but I suppose my feelings and expectations became moot the second it was Stark who received me and not her." He looked to her, as she looked to him, and his disfigured face curved lightly into an unfortunate smile. "I could not. But to to be fair, I could truly follow no wolf, hence the dilemma I currently find myself in and have found myself in before," he answered, recalling his time in Sleeping Dragon, and the packs he had attempted to join before that. "I understand you, though."

"And I only ask that you try to understand me, and the wolf that I am." Starting at the bottom of the totem pole would only incentivize a wolf like him to try and dominate those higher in the ranks. It was his most pure and honest nature; a nature he had thought dictated his entire canine species, but apparently not. Wolves hardly ever seemed to follow who was strongest anymore— they just seemed to cling to who they loved.