The Heartwood I've been cold, I've been merciless

Siarut looked away from the woman, her comment struck a cord, and he knew that perhaps his gig was up. "I have no choice but to fit it in afraid." Turning his green gaze back on the woman, "It's where my family has choosen to call home, and that makes it my home no matter what." He gave yet another shrug. 

"Finding a home without any roots is difficult." Sia had chased many away from his natal pack, wolves who thought they could hang on the coat tails of his parents success. "You'll never know if you'll fit until you take the chance to join." His smile returned. "I never had the chance to be naive, I assume it fades with age. But there are somethings you shouldn't lose with age. Stay true to yourself friend." The friend part slipped from his tongue before he coudl reclaim it. A was stunned by his own thoughts for a moment.

Regaining his composure he cleared his throat. "Besides, you could always join me at Blackfeather." Sia turned his gaze, sheepish at his statement. He had never really had a friend that wasn't related to him before, someone he hadn't known since birth. Was he doing it right? The northerner didn't know.