Behind the mask

He frowned, taking her words as a personal insult, for reasons she wouldnt yet understand. "Ah, well, perhaps it's no secret to those that know me, that I am not a modest wolf. Truth is, if I competed with my pack, it's likely no one else would go to the tournaments but I. It is no fault of my wolves, who practice day in and day out. I have yet to find a wolf that can beat me with ease." He admitted. Zee had done it at least one, in close confines, when her horns could be a difficult weapon to miss. Once or twice a wolf had gotten in a lucky shot, but the truth was, the Titan struggled to find wolves in his weight class.

"Perhaps you should send your best to me for a spar one of these days soon, I would much appreciate the activity." Perhaps that was why the tournament interested him. He would like to meet a wolf that would be his match. He didnt make any further comment about her prizes, he couldnt guarantee his mood to the wof that beat him. He might be enthusiastic, or he might be bitter. He wouldnt be making promises he couldnt guarantee he could keep.

He glanced back to Aurielle as she spoke further on parenthood, and made it clear that she meant herself. "It is difficult, and it is rewarding. Some times I want to throttle them, but in every moment I want to give them the world. They each come into their own personalities, and no matter how much you nurture them, their natures can still surprise you. In the end, no matter what they become, you will love them. I pray there is never a day when someone threatens them. The blood bath might scar them." The Warlord could be an asshole, and a scary beast, but it was clear, despite this nature in him, that he loved his children.