Redhawk Caldera Blue Hours

"One hundred percent, There was regret in his voice, and he nodded. Bridget seemed like the sort that would've been a great pal to be with, going through training. She probably would have loved being on Moonspear, training with Hydra- though she'd likely gone through something similar in terms of training. There had been joy in sparring. There'd been lots of fun in chasing other predators away from the borders with a friend, and there'd been at least some pride in knowing that the pack was safe even with blood having been shed. But those were in times gone by. Some of his experiences could be turned into cautionary tales for children- but the rest of it was a book of nightmares. 

"We're fine. I do worry that someday, Mereo will cause trouble. Not with us, but by being just across the plains there, that we might end up in the crossfire." He admitted. He shrugged. "They're a military pack- have you met them yet?" He asked. "Fun fact- if you were looking for some dirt on me- I'm banned from Mereo. Like soft-banned, not a 'kill-on-sight' but very much on the naughty list." He admitted.