Blackfoot Forest striding, powerful, into the arms of death

Her reply makes him think of all the things he's been through. Most of his major life events have had something to do with his family and remembering them hurt. He saw Arcturus' face flash through his memory as a combatant, while they fought over a woman who would go on to abandon them both; he saw Hydra's teeth grimacing over him and felt them tear his skin; but he also remembered tearing in to the deer fawn with his brother and fighting against the wolverine, all of which transfigured these better memories in to something more profoundly sad.

He takes a slow, steady breath. Those were things that built him from the boy he was in to the teenager he became - and it was the Nightwalkers that changed him further. Merrick, and Ursus, which forged him in to the man he was. He held no true loyalty to any of these places. His good memories of Merrick were mirror-images of his good memories with his blood brother and that was likely the only reason Revui was so devoted.

Who do you run with? He queries, his face like stone; he erects a mental wall of shoddy craftsmanship to keep out the memories. He cannot help but look her over again and imagine her upon Moonspear; Hydra would certainly approve of someone with a warrior's focus. While he waits for a reply he adds his own alliegance: I am a warrior of Merrick's, within Ursus.