One day I'll know how far I'll go

Enrico listened carefully, paying more attention than he'd have liked simply to understand the male's speech. Even more than most wolves, this Regulus was difficult to follow, speaking the already unfamiliar words in an accent he'd not yet encountered. "No healer, am I," he said slowly, "but a hunter, a fighter, those I can be. And teaching I have done before." That was with a pang deep in his chest, the twinge of an old wound. All those he had once taught were likely dead right now. Dead because of his betrayal. He hesitated, studying the brightly colored alpha, then added reluctantly, "More skills have I." It was forbidden to speak of the cosca, but he was outcast, already an oathbreaker and cursed for it. What harm could it do now to use his skills in service to a new leader? "In my past I was... one who moved in shadows. Dark things, dark, such that a wolf who walks in the light could not do themselves." He met Regulus' gaze unflinchingly and with his head high, but a questioning tilt to his head as he studied the other male. He was not ashamed of his actions, nor would he hesitate to take them up once more, but he knew not everyone would see things his way. A way that was logical to him, yet most wolves allowed emotion to rule them rather than logic and many would see him as abhorrent.