Blacktail Deer Plateau woke up on the wrong side

He decides to pay no mind to her not coming to walk next to him. He knows she’s cautious of him. He likes that. She’s smart. What else piques his interest in her is that fact that the brave she-wolf questions him. Though at her words his golden eyes shift back towards her, a chiding shake of his head and a confident chuckle.

“Every pack must start somewhere. Especially with both Nem and I having started from scratch in a place that is unfamiliar to us. Her former pack is savage, with their odd stories tell of blood rituals and cannibalism; honoring every part of their fallen.” He says the words normally. As if he isn’t talking about straight up cannibalism. “My pack was a highly feared and respected one. We made deadly warriors out of wolves who thought they were nothing. We made unbeatable killers with mere pups. The Saints were highly militarized, most of our numbers being the ones we called The Blades. An unspeakable amount of time goes into our training.” Then canary meets her hazel eyes. “We look to find satisfaction in rebuilding something we both lost from our pasts. An unbelievably strong pack made up of warriors. We give those who’d like to redeem themselves a second, more ferocious, chance.” The entirety of the words he spills are heated with pride and strength. Confidence in his ability to build a worthy pack able to take down any who oppose him. 

A smirk overhauls his expression, gleaming, deadly teeth show. “We will be positivity deadly.”