furious fanged folly

He smirked back at the young wolf, never one to take offense at sass - so long as it was directed at himself. His protective streak made him a little less reasonable when it came to those he loved. “I’ve felt better, too” he promised the yearling who had taken a seat a short length away from him. Close enough for an easy conversation, with enough distance that no one felt like they were intruding.

“Not in the least. If you start hearing wild noises in the night it’s probably just me stretching my lungs” he said, a slight smirk coming into play on his lips. He was a grumpy, bored bastard but he wasn’t always unapproachable. He pushed his stick aside, looking at the young woman with an appraising eye. “Always a good endeavor. Here’s a thought for you, I’m extending an offer for you to take on a dual-apprenticeship. Fighting with me, healing with Io. Once you’ve picked up some more experience in both fields, we can find a place for you in the pack that you feel you belong. For now, you can be an apprentice. What’s your thoughts?”