Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

He can tell it’s still a sore topic for her. Especially as she speaks so tersely, but the sad thing is, is that he can relate to that. So he nods in understanding, staying quiet through the information she somehow decides he’s worthy to know. 

At that point he thinks about the might of his old pack. The old Saints. Not that the new Saints is bad, but they’re so much more diverse, quite a bit smaller, and a lot less violent. 

“My old pack, before I’d come here, got destroyed. Almost all of them got killed by two legs — humans.” He knows many wolves don’t know what two legs are, but he always says it in the off chance they do. 

He looks to her then. “I came here and started by scratch. Remade what I lost. Why don’t you do the same?” He hums back softly. Even though he knows it’s not that easy, but if one truly sets their mind to it they could.