The more Crusade talked of Glaciem, the more Krash believed it was where he needed to be. His long journey was at an end, if only he could convince this female and her brother to take him. This place had just enough hardships to keep the moments of pleasantness meaningful, and the warrior wolf would have a charge to give himself value. The irony that the duress he sought to be away from would have a major part in the equation of his perfect home left him smiling at the thought.
The dame he walked with then spoke an inquiry: she asked what kind of wolf Krash was. But what could he say he was? Before he had left the mountains, all he was allowed to be was the warrior she saw in him. From the day he was born they bullied and commanded him, trying to shape him into an aggressive killer like the rest of them. For a time, they even nearly succeeded. He was, after all, Krash, the efficient and unbeatable commander, the 'Beast of the Mountain'.
He never loved killing, even then. He only did what he thought he must, or face the wrath of Gundbern the Vicious. Deep down, he made a constant effort to defy them, resisting influence and keeping a distaste for violence in his heart that only served to grow his vast guilt. Guilt that he bore, and would not defeat him, but inspire him to stay good beneath, and do what subtle things he could to lessen the war-pack's damage. What others thought were victories won swiftly by his overpowering dominance were actually ploys to end battles with as little death as possible. Whatever they did to him, he would remain the honorable wolf he knew he was.
Was that even true? Along his journey he had met truly peaceful wolves, so because they had no other choice, and still he hurt them when old influences took over. Had he really beaten the training of his once-pack, or was he lying to himself? Who's to say he wasn't doomed to repeat the acts with his new family?
So he couldn't tell her about the killer he thought he wasn't, and she didn't care to hear what a warrior he was... but maybe he could pick out a few of the details from between. "Well, I try to treat others courteously," Perhaps the only good thing to be said about Aginulfus wolves is that they could act well refined, when they weren't being barbaric to others. "I have a good mind for strategy, and have leadership experience," though that's obvious after he told her his past rank... "I am honorable, and... I strive for peace over conflict, when I can." If at least his conscious mind believed it, then it couldn't be a lie, Krash told himself.
That must seem like a horribly fallacious story to Crusade, this monstrous and battle-scarred wolf supposedly a pacifist, and he wouldn't believe that if it were told to him by another, but it would likely be this Gargoyle fellow who he had to convince, anyway. Krash's worry began to return, only slightly yet, as he felt his push for admission may be failing. He could have only told them he was a perfect warrior and been taken in easily, but in being more truthful he potentially made himself look a liar, and correcting or adding to it at this point could only perceivably make it worse. He held onto his confidence as best he could, passing the torch of the conversation back as the two continued on into Glaciem territory.
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