Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

Dreven chuckled then. His singular eye lighting up for a moment in mirth. Her ears could probably handle it, but it still clearly made her a tad uncomfortable or she would not have mentioned it. So he would endeavor to watch it. If only for the respect he held of her dealing with his insufferable ass.

He shook his head. You're fine.

this she wolf was irritating and crazy and darker than him in some aspects and yet. He held a tad bit of affection for her. Perhaps these wilds were making him soft. Or maybe despite that he would rather not admit it. Snow had changed him. The change had come to late, but he was still slightly changed. Oh he was violent and cruel spoke with a sinful tongue and he still would kill without a thought if needed. But he did interact better with others.

He wished this wolf would understand. That if he did not want to spend time with her. He just wouldn't that was the type of male he was. So for him to seek her out on occasion and suffer thought her visits. Even offer his own den. He liked her well enough.

Her suggestion and he laughed outright at first. His nose wrinkled in mirth. You want to spar. Alright. We can spar. But you have to tell me if I am too rough. I'm ten times your size.