Phoenix Maplewood Most disputes die and no one shoots

Would he be able to gather enough interest to ever build a pack of his own? Revan wondered, but the answer came quickly: He wasn't interested. He had seen first hand what it was to be a leader, what it took and what it took away. He guessed the freedom of being able to make big decisions was a perk but he was no child anymore, he knew it wasn't all power and authority. It was taking all the blame for bad choices, it was worrying about everything. It was a burden. He couldn't quite comprehend why Lumiya would want to carry all that weight on her own back. He sought her eyes hoping to fish an answer, but instead found another big question. She was asking him to join her, wasn't she? Oh I know that look, he said, nodding it off. Faerie tales may be your thing Lumi but I don't think I would fit in on a pack like that. I'm damaged goods, you know it he said and turned away fro a second. He knew she would come up with a way to shrug it off and convince him though, and honestly he didn't really mind, but he did want her to be warned that he would probably fuck it all up eventually.