Moonspear fear is the hand that pulls your strings

If there had been a modicum of emotion to flicker across his features, it may have been surprise. But the trace of it was nothing more than a hint; he did not expect continued praise to be extended, least of all from such a prideful creature. He was no stranger to the disdain cast towards those who remained for such a limited time, nor did he ever expect that it would be tolerated. Perhaps having known which palms to grease had only aided him again, no matter the end game in mind.

"I don't make promises I can't keep," he offered, lips tugging into a demure there-and-gone smile. "And I felt it better to offer my services here again than somewhere else. Why take my chances potentially struggling to survive the winter wilds when I can bolster the very place that I know can endure? Your claim's reputation preceeds itself, after all." The pack had endured much, but it had come out time and time again. He didn't need a historian to tell him that when the land could describe it.

There were of course, other amenities that he enjoyed, but hardly worth mention.

feel free to wrap this up if you want since i've taken absolute ages.