I don't care, go on and tear me apart

Oracle wasn’t put off by the grumpy, angry tone the other held. She arched a brow, however, at his words. He didn’t look just fine, he looked ready to drop again from weariness and fall flat on his face! But she supposed there was some sympathy too. The young man apparently didn’t know Boreas like she did... Must have been a newcomer, Oracle realized. With a soft chuckle the woman shook her head, speaking in a calm tone. “No, you will not be the smallest wolf around, trust me on that. There are some of us who are larger, but it’s not as many as you think.”

Oracle continued to watch the young man, her golden eyes roaming over his features. He was an interesting creature, though she had to wonder what had brought him to Boreas. Bubo shifted on her back, eyeing the young man with much more uncertainty than the wolfess below him. “Lad...” The owl let out a huff. “You do not need to take an angry tone with Oracle. She only cares for your well being... And not all wolves here would be so kind!”