Redsand Canyon Time Is A Tool

He doesn’t answer their first question until they finish all they have to say. To which he even contemplated telling Renard. Though he is not ashamed, he shrugs as he begins speaking. “They got involved in something they shouldn't have been poking their nose into. I beat their warrior have to death. Then apparently I wandered into Seelie Courts lands and said I was rude to them.” He scoffs. “Image people being nice to you all the time and being mentally unable to handle when they’re not.” He sighs at the end of his rather petty sentence regarding the other packs.

Just as easily he moves on. “We do have allies — Ursus. A pack southeast from here residing in Bearclaw valley. I met their leader, Merrick, sometimes ago. They share many of the same views as us. Though yes, it will depend on how many they bring to run us out and if we want to deal with the consequences of what comes after.” He begins walking, a silent plea for Renard to follow in his short glance back. Heading over to the shade he leans against the wall and scratches his hip on the red clay. “It all depends on the situation, Renard. Just know I will always think of the packs health in regard. There is no point in going into a battle that we cannot win.”