Moonspear I've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill

For all of her chilly veneer, this was her way of saying she trusted him by imparting this type of knowledge. It was what Drageda had given her, and what she had dove into head first to experience more of, this knowledge to fight, be fierce and strong and protect their own at all costs. She had come to find it was not so different than what Hydra set out to foster among her mountain wolves. Probably why she could persist as such.

Her loyalty to the Moonspear banner probably didn't always look so obvious since she was so bad at actually mingling, and only decent at working beside them when she was focused. She still tried to blame in on her weird loneliness, while the rest of the world for all its sorrows whirled on around her. Nevertheless, now wasn't the time--she chuffed a soft laugh when Bronco put space between them when she threatened dingle-damage. It should be, for any halfway civilized beasts... she assured him. She was not a threat to it because although she couldn't sympathize totally with having such an obvious soft spot, she generally respected their likes--which Bronco was able to fall into this category. But see--now you're good and aware of it. Can't trust everyone, after all.. she snickered, though sobered her expression soon enough after.

It was tempting to keep going, but she concluded on a slow exhale. She got the feeling she had given him plenty to think about and maybe if she had not scared him off completely, he would let there be another one. We can pick it up next time. Are you hungry? She'd trade off the earnest conclusion for a quick snack instead.