maybe its time to begin again

"Only wolves that do not fight, that have no reason to live will be able to live up to thirteen years."

Adair flicked his soft ear at a fly that had attempted to settle there.
The fellow in front of him believed in violence. Adair believed in peace. Peace was the harmony that brought wolves together. Not violence.

"Violence is not the way of wise, lad. Violence leads to issues that can only be shed by blood. Other times, its serious enough to kill a fellow. As someone who's done some.." A bit of sadness swifted threw his eyes, and vanished."..done some bad deeds in his life, i would think i got a bit 9f experience on my side."
Shaking his head, Adair swiftly recomposed himself back to his calm and situated demeanor.

"And my name's Adair. And you?"
Shaking his thick and silky darkly mane, Adair awaited the steel wolf's answer.