for, dying on the verge of wisdom

She sighed wistfully, showing her lack of anger from the question. He was quite the gentleman. While she savored the reckless sadism of her own wolves, she wouldn't mind having a few more of his kind amidst her ranks. "Apology granted." She murmured gently.

"While I would enjoy continuing this conversation, I fear you have lingered on my borders a bit longer than most." He was lucky that he found her, and not Bane. If the White Warrior, as Slade called him, had discovered him here, then she was sure his pelt would not be as smooth and well kept as it was now. Instead, she was certain his pelt would be slick with blood.