Firefly Glen Feeling eternal, this pain is an illusion

She spoke and he listened. To every word. She sounded mad - madder than he had ever imagined one to be. Though she had a point, there were many who were weak, those who claimed lands for their own and crowded the Wilds with their own empires, challenging for space and prey. But to claim it all - she wanted war. 

Although he was not opposed to the idea; he did not fully trust her either. Should she turn on them too, greed taking over in order for Moonspear to take it all for themselves was it wise to accept such an offer without doing more research of his own. Vengeance was a man of action, thinking things through was not his forte. If he wished to lead a pack, he had to put in more effort than to fling his weight around and put more thought into his actions... this would be one of those moments. 

Brows furrowed as he pondered over the offer. You ask for war over the wilds. He clarified, making her proposition much clearer in order to hear her confirm or deny his claim, should he had understood wrongly. You understand how mad that sounds. Such words coming from a mad man himself was incredible - but he still held his true thoughts behind. He wanted clarification.