Flycatcher Downs godling

"naturally," stigmata replied easily, reclining into a sit before her. "i expect nothing less from the company i keep." what would it serve - for a wolf of his nature and stature - to align himself with lesser? "unfortunately, that means the only way you have to go now is down. and most prove unable to maintain my high standards." and usually through no real fault of their own, but he failed to mention that his "standards" weren't a written rubric easily followed. so far the she-wolf had proved herself to be lacking many of the faults he found made a wolf ineligible for his servitude, and as long as she continued along this path, stigmata intended to keep her.

far too long, she said, and the warhound was reminded of the solitary life he had been forced into before coming to bearclaw valley all those moons ago. "and is it a home you seek? or something more temporary?"