Firefly Glen I feel left out, I don't see how

A Warlord. Keres huffed a laugh, a wry smile playing across the planes of her face as she glanced sidelong at her nephew. It was many a child's dream to become such a thing, to become renowned for their prowess in battle or their tactical skills, which just solidified her opinion that Valour was but a boy that was trying to fill pawprints that were much too big for him. The concept was one that was not unknown to her, but she saw no reason to regard him as any less of a threat — or a loose cannon.

It is very possible, She said as she looked out along the horizon, slipping into the role of a patrolling guardian easily. That he was desperate for something, anything, that would make him feel wanted or at home. In that state, many a wolf can fall prey to mindsets they would not normally give time to. That didn't make his alignment any less egregious or forgiveable. Keres merely offered the words as a way to understand how Valour's fall to depravity might have happened.