Sun Mote Copse Caraway Tea

While Wraen made it clear that he didn't necessarily have to become exactly what his Mom wanted him to be (or at least- what he thought she wanted him to be) he still felt as though he might be a failure if he gave up on the guardian trade. His worry was deeply rooted in the thought that he might actually be more of a liability than anything- if he failed to do what his pack needed him to do. If he was the one putting himself into a position that could beg for him to fight- and he failed- then he would have failed the pack. Perhaps, he wondered, that job was best left to wolves who had the right mindset for it, so that he didn't end up becoming another casualty, like his father. 

He wondered what Wraen might think of him, if he did find Kiwi and kill her. Would she see him as a lesser wolf for having sought revenge? Would she think that he was unfit to ever lead a pack because he used violence as a means to find justice? While she seemed to say that she wouldn't begrudge him...He couldn't help but wonder exactly who she was referring to when she said that others might see him differently. He didn't want to be seen differently. He didn't want for others to look at him and see a killer.

In the end, he felt fairly convinced that Wraen did not condone using execution as a means for getting justice, as she warned of the long-term effects it might have. He blinked once, and looked up at her with a curious, wary gaze. "Have you ever...Killed anyone?"