Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

Uly smirks at the others reply, flashing white canines but only briefly as the other continues seriously. The blue wolf sheathes his jagged-toothed smile and stares intently at the other as he speaks.

Ulysses’ eyes drift from Merrick at his question. Again, gazing upon the snowy land before him. What exactly does he feel comfortable with? He assumes the coy speaks of killing and presumably other daunting, immoral tasks. Uly’s mind is taken back to his younger years. Though he seems like a gentle giant now, he was numb and lacked personality back when he was a slave to the humans that took him from his previous family. He was cold and calculating, with only one task in mind: kill. He killed and wounded many of his own kind, even put up against other species. Though he was forced to do so he did it with an odd, unsettling feeling in his gut that later on became mechanic. 

So then he’s left with that question still. Would he do anything Merrick asked without question? Perhaps; he’s not sure what it would do to him mentally, he’d possibly revert back to that cold calculating zombie of his former self. Is he willing to risk that? Perhaps. His drive to serve just as he had with his humans is too much for him to resist. Sometimes he curses his dog half for that.

Finally he blinks once and looks back to the coy wolf. “Yes.” He rumbles with finality in his voice. Attempting to end the battle he fights with himself. “I will.”