Dawnlark Plains I am not throwin' away my shot

Goldenwind really didn't want to talk about all this, it was just too much, the boy was fairly young so having a travesty such as this occur to him shook him to the core. But should he let this affect him? The looming past of the destruction of his Clan by those who were bitter and did not believe the stars? No, he shouldn't for if he let his past defy him then he could never crawl out the hole that was made for him. The Golden warrior drew silent breaths as he didn't want his thoughts to turn into actions in front of an enemy.

But was he really an enemy anymore?

The clans were destroyed, their borders gone, so could this lazy looking man really be his foe any more? Not unless he gave him any reason. But the silver man suggested that the clans must have rebuilt which did peak Goldenwind's interest. He slightly faced his golden head towards the larger man but didn't let his face be readable, "perhaps but, I can't be sure," he paused to look away. 

"Maybe that's what I got to do," he reflected, his voice low with deep thought.