Blackfoot Forest rippling out through his past and future

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"but is it truly pacifism, is it avoiding conflict if they contract someone else to fight their battles for them?" wintersbane counters, canting his head ever-so-slightly in a bird-like manner. "war is still war regardless of who fights it. a true pacifist would work it out with diplomacy as opposed to contracting a mercenary pack to fight for them." he offers a lofty shrug of his shoulders. on that matter it is clear to the tundrian that they do not see eye to eye...and he will not attempt to sway the sun-kissed male's mind. he hadn't thought he would make a good fit for blackfeather woods but wintersbane knew that looks could be deceiving.

wintersbane will always be a soturi and his thoughts on battle and war would likely always oppose someone who has a more diplomatic approach to life. he is a brawler — it runs in his veins heavy with tundrian ancestry. "it has it's pros and it's cons, like any pack." wintersbane offers vaguely. "good luck on your pack search." the tundrian offers, taking a step back to take his leave. he expects that they had nothing left to talk about, especially as he has seemingly already made up his mind about blackfeather woods and the wolves that live there.

he waits until there is a comfortable distance between them out of instinct before he turns his back to slavik and disappears deeper into the woods.