Silver Creek takes two to tango

He nodded softly, licking the blood from his maw.
Perhaps she'd return to the Saints with him.
They could spar again.
He thinks Arlette and Wren would get along well.

"I've had worse," he chuckled softly.
He swiped his tongue with a paw. It was still bleeding pretty bad.
 Oh well.
"Do you want to come to my pack?" He smiled softly. Arlette needed someone she could relate to.
"We could train together." Maybe the offer would sound too good.