Moonspear So fetch

She hadn’t heard? This surprised him, though it was a reaction that he kept to himself.

He did not expect every wolf in their midst to be informed.

“We occasionally have spots of trouble along our borders,” he explained, “unsavory sorts who come to test their mettle against ours. Often times they’re not all together in the head, I suppose—a shame, of course, but not every wolf is made for the wilderness long term. My son, Osiris, recently did away with one who decided to pick a fight.” It had only taken one wolf to get the better of him to change his outlook on things, and DIrge had noticed it. But then again had it been him, he would have responded similarity too.

Even his time in the company of the Cerberus had changed his perspective; he would have once tried to grasp at reason while defending himself, but now? Whether it was slowly set in influence or a natural shift with age he knew he would dispatch any who came to stir trouble along their so-called doorstep. So long as they had children along their slopes, he knew maintaining their defenses was of importance.

“And the glen, our hunting grounds, is also another point of contention. Sometimes with our neighbors, but mostly with vagrants. By formally taking it we’ll dissuade further attempts, or at least that’s my hope,” he went on to a natural conclusion.