Sun Mote Copse Caraway Tea

Relief washed over him like a cool veil of mist when Wraen admitted that she had never had to take another wolf's life. It would have changed the way that he saw her, even though he was also fairly certain that it wouldn't have made him respect her less...But even the thought of seeing Wraen kill another wolf made his stomach queasy, and made his skin feel prickly and cold. It was the same feeling he got when he'd hurt Nellie, and the day that he'd won the fight against the wolf who'd been attacking Sugar Glider. 

He feared this thing that Wraen referred to as the beast- it made it seem like he would have to fight something more ominous than his own conscience, and he thought that maybe he knew what that beast felt like...But then again- he was too afraid to truly hurt another wolf for it to have ever taken complete control over him. 

He hadn't stopped to consider how well armed Kiwi might be; and it made him all the more worried about possibly encountering her. He hoped that for the sake of everyone he loved that she was far away, and would never venture to the copse again- but part of him also hoped that she was without a family and living a miserable life. If perhaps his mother even knew that Kiwi was punishing herself, maybe, or that karma had seen fit to deny her the regular comforts and joys of family and pack life- maybe that would've been enough. Maybe that would be sufficient punishment- and it would mean that no more blood had to be shed. 

When she smiled at him, he smiled faintly in response. All this talk about a supposed inner beast...It didn't make a lot of sense to him, when he considered how inflicting pain made him feel. "I think my inner beast's a coward," He admitted sheepishly, "But...I don't think that's a bad thing."