Moonspear everyone's a whore, grace

she accepts upon the condition that he protects and fights beside them and that should winter pass and he finds himself drifting let her know before he departs. nothing that he has not asked of his subordinates during his brief escapades as leader. i understand, wintersbane assures her. my teeth are yours to command, hydra. certainly, he was much more skilled than he was the last time he'd been apart of moonspear as her apprentice. he stands before her now older, wiser and a master of his craft.

he is silent and contemplative, as she goes on to tell him that moonspear has new enemies and that war might soon be upon them. while, perhaps, that might cause some wolves to turn tail and find a place more settled, it does not remotely faze wintersbane. for how could it? when he'd came from the womb in the midst of war and turmoil?

tell me about these new enemies? he encourages his once mentor, providing that his acceptance into moonspear has been solidified.