Hideaway Strath You and I will be the ones that are wearing the crowns

He waits patiently as she contemplates his question. Ears perked forward and a casual smile on his face. He loves planning, he loves war, he loves battle. He wants to be in it again so bad. Oh to be a victor of another war would just make his day. 

When she’s suggesting the midnight wolf he smiles even more at the thought of the promiscuous she-wolf. “I think she’d be a good pick as well. She’d fit in nicely with the wolves over there.” He chuckles then. “Bunch of savages, I’m telling you.” He says in jest as if the Saints weren’t exactly that. 

Then he hums at her next statement. “Probably the canyon.” He offers. “We’re familiar with the land, so if they catch wind of our spy. We’re prepared just in case they try to attack.”