Cedar Sweep Shameless and shining, we always ask why, for

We all have our unfortunate pasts. She says and he couldn’t agree more. At that he chuffs out a short exhale of a laugh and replies. “Don’t we all? It seems like you’re lucky if you don’t.” A useless but quick comment that more often is true than not, not matter the sadness of the truth.

Though when her confirmation of a hunt together he smiles devilishly. Not in any type of malicious way, but it borders closer to a cocky, Prince Charming type of smile. Though upon the reveal of her religious views he tilts his head with an interested him of acknowledgment. 

“Interesting, that sounds easy enough.” He comments, agreeing to her terms. He begins a languid trot towards where he last saw a small trio of doe just a few hours ago. An inviting look from the Grandmaster to the other alpha signaling for her to follow. “May I ask why?” Comes his inquiry, surely she’s not surprised by his prodding.