Blackfoot Forest just get no blood on the dope

You’re totally okay! I understand! ;D

The cavern goes silent, the sounds of claws tapping as they delved further and further down into this dark abyss. Water droplets filling in the silence as well, until finally she speaks. He can tell she’s peering at him and the curiosity in her tone makes him smile. He won’t lie to her when he describes the Saints. After all, there’s no room for wolves who aren’t like him. Who’re soft around the edges and too scared to kill or fight.

So he begins. “I won’t lie to you, we’re a fairly aggressive bunch to outsiders. To each other though, we try to be as family as one can get with others not related to you. We’re tight knit and we have no room for wolves who aren’t willing to fight or kill. Such is the way of life. We’re territorial and defend our own with out  hesitation.” With that he looks to her, hoping she isn’t terrified by the idea of him being a cold blooded killer.