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Call it a lack of good conversations - but Vengeance half expected the woman to lash out with a tongue of fire at what he had said. Not that he cared if he had hit a nerve neither; he was simply ready for what he believed was to come. Yet, instead of a sharp and angry retort, Aeronwyn agreed, called him wise even. Shit, he chuckled inwardly to himself, he'd better be careful otherwise he'd wind up as an old "wise" man preaching as opposed to a warlord.

The questioned turned on him finally, she asked a similar question that he had posed her a while ago and silence hovered in the air as he chose his words. Pack life doesn't suit me. Their leaders aren't of my taste and I cannot behave accordingly to their laws. Instead of becoming someone that I am not; I've grown to find comfort in living as a loner. You'd be surprised how many lone wolves are willing to work together for a short time to stave off starvation and packs. He had spoken now more than he has had in years, since the time with his family; as short lived as that was.

If I was to find a leader I can follow, who will not chain my actions or tongue, perhaps I will follow them; if others decide to see me as a leader, then I will lead. Otherwise, I'm where I belong.