Blackfeather Woods i’ll take a pomegranate martini

it mattered little that sifu had just walked in to a war zone. the war that blackfeather had faced was over (for now) and the pack would need to mend itself, and perhaps that would give him some respite too. the other wolf admitted that this place was not ideal for sifu's purposes but he merely nodded in acquiescence, the corners of his mouth twitching in a dull smile. the only thing he really needed was rest and food; he was not so bothered by the potential for further bloodshed or the off-beat culture the pack may support (although he may change his mind in time). 

if you will have me, i will gladly share my knowledge, he finally said - leaving the decision up to the stranger with the strong voice. i have faced war in my lifetime. fought battles in my youth. i am not afraid, if that is why you share your caution.