Blackfeather Woods Your tears don't fall

She offers him a home for as long as her pack exists. He’s almost honored. He has sealed a place of safe tidings if he so needs it. It seems everything happens for a reason then. Perhaps he could help her in return. He feels compelled to now. His life was in her hands. Though back then he wouldn’t have expressed such gratitude, he’s becoming a bit older now. His head is still hard and stubborn, but he as a different understanding as age comes and goes. If old home is no more. He might as well take the offer that stands before him. 

She even offers his mates a place to stay then. This makes his respect for her rise. Her kindness towards him and his mates who she does not know allows him to see her in a different light. Is this what it’s like to be in a pack that isn’t full of ruthless savages. Perhaps. It’s interesting. Not his style, but useful. 

“Gracias, amiga.” He hums back. “I will protect this place as if it is home then.” He says with a determination in his icy eyes. A promise perhaps.