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Her words brought a smirk to his face. Maybe not, he drawled. Though even as a twinkle came to rest in his eyes, there was a shadow that flitted over his face. Gone in an instant--but there. I love it. Love to fight, really love to win. I. . .love to kill. Was made for it. Never could rip apart anyone just for the hell of it, but god, anyone who fucks with my kru, I bring 'em down grinning. I need it, Aurëwen; I need it like it's air to breathe.

Shaking off this particularly macabre sentiment, he began to walk with her, lapsing into silence as he considered her question. Just a few moons, since the war, Vercingetorix said. He glanced over at her with a smile. I'm new here, too, you know. Before this, I lived in a place called Trigeda. Same culture, but a lot more wolves. He sounded undeniably wistful. He missed Trigeda and all it had to offer. Drageda wasn't half bad, but man. . .Trigeda was every warrior's dream.

I had heard of Heda briefly before, but didn't get to know her until I served alongside her. I respect the hell out of her, and she trusted me enough to make me her guard. So. . .yeah, he ended lamely, laughing. Long story short, I'm stuck here for a while. It's not been so bad, he added, sweeping the tip of his thick tail across her hind flank closest to him.

Tell me more about you. Where you come from and all. My stories are all either gruesome or explicit, and I was saving the explicit ones for later, he said, aiming a wink her way.