Razorback Ridge Villain

"Ah," he mused as the hissing wolf finished. "I understand then." Traditions such as Rhys' were ones Warbone could comprehend. Though his own family had practiced no such thing, it seemed only logical to him that the truest lessons were learned through experience. The Septhises had the right idea. He hadn't even minded the nickname given to him. Warbone wasn't his real name anyway, so any moniker given to him -- polite or not -- were taken without thought on the matter. Calling someone a name other than the one they were born with seemed as natural to him as hunting. Many wolves had called him many things, but none of their opinions mattered to him at the end of the day.

"You say you seek a place to settle this winter... Have you abandoned your solo task, or your intention to return to your motherland?"