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wintersbane could not temper the chuckle that rises from within his chest even if he desired too as she repeats the number of packs he's been in during his almost three years of life in a scandalized tone. ❝i know,❞ he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth and gives a disparaging shake of his head. ❝alas, i am afraid i am a hard beast to tame.❞ he jests with a glint in his eye; lips simpering with a small, covert smile as he thinks of the pale fey queen that has enchanted him so — since their first meeting, even! — wondering if she might be the one to tame his wanderers soul.

❝well,❞ wintersbane breaths, brow furrowing as he processes her story. ❝that's ...actually very tragic.❞ and with a skip of his heart hopes that he shall not suffer a similar accursed fate as her father.

❝makes sense,❞ he murmurs in contemplation. ❝if we cannot change then we cannot grow.❞ and what was life if not endless growth? nothing stays still in the world, not nature, not herds. they grow physically as cubs into adults ...perhaps as adults they still grow just not in the physical sense. he's never considered it that way before, and he offers her another genuine smile.

❝well, here's to growing and changing ...and planting our roots.❞ he moves forth in an attempt to bump the crown of his head to her chin in a platonic gesture.