Lion Head Mesa badger

Reyson thought about it. Then spoke. It was a harsher existence. As a soldier of Mereo, we know how to fight, we can fight. We will fight if we must. However, in my former pack. It was we will, we can, we know. It was we do, we must, and we often did. Blood of many stain my paws.

He didn't mind sharing some of his past. There were things in it, he'd rather forget. And though he was careful, not to give much away. He did keep some things locked away, from this she wolf. This prince.