Seas The Day!

"That's good," he said equably. "Your knowledge and mentality have a great deal to offer in a fight." But not everything. A wolf with similar skills and no handicap would almost always emerge the victor. He knew better than anyone that any sort of handicap could be crippling in a fight - he had caused more than a few, back in his day. A wolf without a tongue made an excellent warning not to inform on the cosca, and a wolf without eyes... well, that was an even better one, since it impaired everything about their lives. Made it harder to force them to watch while you broke their pup's leg, but, well... it made an effective lesson. Don't imagine Regulus would much care for that story. He doubted this Dragon fellow would either, for all his talk.

A ghost of a smile graced his muzzle as Dragon went on. It seemed reasonable enough at first listen. Be friendly but not too friendly. Stern but not too stern. Everyone works or they get kicked out. Mask wondered if the reality would live up to his vision of it. Experience told him it was easier to have grand dreams than to face the reality.

"I have been giving some thought to leading a pack," he mused aloud. "A long time ago, I led wolves. For some time I have been content to simply be a hunter, but..." he shrugged, though the gesture was meaningless to a wolf who couldn't see it. "Perhaps that time is at an end for me." Strange to find himself led to that decision, to have everything here seeming to confirm it. The way he found himself so suited in his core to the silence and solitude of the thin air, the vessel that perched so obligingly here awaiting someone to lay claim to its mysteries, even this conversation. "Perhaps I will build a pack here, myself," he added, lightly, though he was beginning to feel it in his bones that it was the right thing for him.