Einarr would give a small nod as Renhett spoke again. So she too had to spar Valentine to get a position within the pack. Good, showed that there was some sort of system going to ensure that wolves got the ranks that they deserved. With his gaze wandering, he was surprisingly still keeping his attention for the most part on the femme at his side. He was intrigued to here that it had been a mental sort of healing at first she had tried to do.
“I guess I can understand that. In a way you just wanted to be something that could help the ones you loved.” He would pause, glancing towards the North. “I used to be like that too. But... Times change.” Why was he opening up to this femme? He’d give a grunt, shaking his head.
“Not that it matters. I thank you for your offer, but I doubt I’ll be needing it.” He’d continue to walk again, giving a soft huff. “What... Do you see in me...?” He was curious as he asked the question, glancing at the fae with his red-violet eyes.