Porcupine Ridge Shapeshifter

Neither did I, when I first came here, Hex replied with a shrug. You'll learn. And as far as the fighting—

He paused, contemplative. His bloodlust, his yearning for raids, had bloomed in the heat of passion between himself and Muskrat. It had waned ever since, and now, he had no desire to stir up trouble.

We don't need to be aggressive, he went on. We'll keep to ourselves—defend and protect our own. Only fight when necessary.

Hex looked her over, searching for an answer in those crimson eyes. Think about it, at least, the Seer murmured. He knew he couldn't do this alone.