Redhawk Caldera There's lessons you learn

There conversation was idle. Nothing particularly notable. Collision was intrigued by the male, but only in the way one would stare at a tree and wonder what kind it might be. Ultimately dismissive. Perhaps on a better day he would be inclined to care more…perhaps in a better time in his life. This one were tainted.

He mentions where he comes from and then he makes a statement that bolsters more importance. Collision’s ears turn forward and his eyes grow further inquisitive. Now there was something of meaning.

"What makes you qualified?” Perhaps the question presented itself as demeaning, though not intended to do so. Collision had never understood the idea of creating his own pack from scratch. He felt he could, but the notion of leading when there was so much more to do left him curious. There were those born to be followers and those born to bring them together. Perhaps Rowan was the man to do just that. As for himself…there were smaller tasks that he felt he was better suited for. Those that needed full attention of a pack mate. Those that needed someone to care for them directly without distraction. Collision was that man. Wasn’t he?