you don't know true regret, yet

Dark ears tilted at the sound of soft paws over rock, the Warlord made little noise when he walked, thanks to his claws retracting into their sheaths. Poem’s features swiveled around quickly, not keen on allowing him a chance to surprise her. He lowered himself close beside her, his rumbling voice quick to fall from his lips as he did so. He gave her the illusion of a choice, bring herself to his new pack or remain here practically in chains. She hadn’t gotten to know any other wolves and she likely didn’t want to. ”I won't go back on my word.” She said slowly, wondering what kind of trick he had up his sleeve. Poem wasn’t a fan of the expression he wore.