braying jackass

He made a rough noise in the back of his throat, a playful scoff if she could see past his sour expression, and then answered her first question. "It was a sizeable distance, but I assure you, these old bones did just fine." The pokes at his age had long ago worn thin. But even though his smugness at whipping all the young naysayers would surely warm him, it wouldn't do much else so there wasn't really a point, was there? He'd save fights for those who really irked him and this young playful grandkid didn't. Or, rather, she hadn't thus far.

The question about their lands required a bit more thought. He hadn't gone back to the old Imperium lands since the fire that had forced them to flee. But it hadn't been in the best of shape when he'd left so it was probably safe to say it all still looked like garbage. Which was a shame because he was of the opinion they were the best lands Boreas had to offer.

Valentine waffled for a second and then answered honestly, "I don't know. Had a fire in the beginning that forced us to relocate and we - I at least - haven't been there since. As for the pack itself, we got lucky. We're all good. The rest, I'm sure, are just as eager to be back as I am." He eyed Theory for a second, then offered, "How's yours? I heard about Shaye."