Her first sentence showed him she misunderstood. He flicked an ear slightly out of frustration but kept silent as he continued to listen to what she had to say. His clear blue eyes watched as her own misted while she looked up to the work that he stood there admiring so proudly. He was a bit confused on her reaction, but he would do his best to answer.
"I don't hate you for anything, Altair. I don't even know if I am capable of hatred, as hard as that might be for you to understand. Swearing won't hurt you unless you let it. You only think it can hurt you because you've been told those words are bad and that they should offend you. If you never knew what swearing was, you wouldn't care at all." He grinned, covered in blood and acting 'disrespectful' in her own words, she likely didn't believe him... but that partly amused him.
"How would I feel..?" He hummed quietly.
"I would feel like a failed my responsibility to protect it. I'm not sure I would ever put work into something like these stories without expecting someone to eventually destroy what I created. It's in our nature to destroy and conquer, all packs want their pack to be the best of the best. All packs want to be the ones to tell stories, to train you which words are bad and which words are good." He scoffed. He was beginning to give up on helping her understand him, but he continued to rant anyway. It felt good, at least.
"It was dumb of them in the first place to waste their time trying to tell stories, rather than doing something more productive. It doesn't matter anyway." He was losing his forced charm that he'd tried to speak with before, a teenage bitterness returning to him as he stepped over the rabbit and started to make his way to the entrance of the cave.
"What are you doing out here all alone anyway, Altair? Where are the ones who told you swearing was bad, and what are they doing for you now?" He paused in the beginning rays of the light from outside reaching in, looking back to her with a piercing expectation within those bright blue eyes. Was she abandoned like him? He had a feeling she was, but perhaps that was his doubtful outlook on everyone causing him to jump to assumptions again.
