Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

So, she was set and certain, and likely had been since the day she was born.
He could accept and appreciate that.
It was just a shame.

"The Mother led my sister here, she does not speak to me though. Perhaps the Sprit and the Mother are the same, just seen differently," he offered her a soft smile.
He hoped he didn't offend her, but it was a concept she may be able to grapple with, and show that even if others don't see things the same, there is a common ground.

"But you need not be so harsh with your words, I only wanted to inform you further," he pushed his forelgs out to lay down. Looking as she put the feather in her fur. Like Dove.
Strange, maybe they were sisters.
"I hope you do, we would be powerful allies." His ears cupped as some drizzle slunk its way through the treetops and splattered on the ground around them.
"And if that is how you wish to work, then be it so. We can train warriors for you," he didn't know if that is something she was interested in. But being allied with the Saints, she would need some protection for her pack.