Broken Boulder and he will drag the whole universe into war

vilkas cannot imagine what it would be like living so ...simply. a pack of just family. a pack isolated. no doubt prey would be plentiful without encroaching packs to scare them off. it almost sounds ...boring. not that he had any intentions of letting her know that. but then again, vilkas is a warrior born and bred. he does not know how to deal with the silence. he thrives off of conflict and war. he doesn't say anything but he contemplates what she tells him with a slight furrow as he tries and fails to imagine the life she had before.

in a unspoken sentiment that would be unknowingly echoed at a later date, vilkas looks to the 'paradise garden' and the myriad of colorful wildflowers that surround it like a fairy's fortress and thinks that it looks like something out of a little girl's fairy-tale. the flowers aren't so bad, he thinks, and even the mixture of floral perfumes is pleasing in lieu of overwhelming. still, the firebrand feels that he seems ridiculously out of place in this particular inner territory. he feels like the fiery copper and rust flame coloration of his pelage might set the picturesque territory ablaze. vilkas listens as lily speaks once more, expressing her genuine admiration for the inner territory and offers her an easy grin but no verbal response.

"not at the moment," vilkas responds before he draws his salmon pink tongue across his jowls. "i might think of something later, though." he answers with a lofty shrug of his shoulders.