Haunted Wood Scars

He frowned at the Fae's light-hearted tease. "I don't think he's lacking all that much sense. He's a good kid- has potential. Hell of a fighter." He leveled his gaze at her, muscles tense in anticipation of her reaction. It was not lost on him he was a newcomer here, and a contrary opinion may not be well received. Still, he had vowed his alliegance to Valour, and that meant defending him- even from his own pack. "He's A kid. He's gotta learn. He'll grow." His tone said that was his final word on the point. When she changed the subject he relaxed a bit. Still he didn't entirely trust the Fae. To be fair he didn't entirely trust anyone. "I follow the scent of blood. Met a fae on the ridge who smelled interesting. Smelled like home."