I just wanna run like a child

Though he had insisted he was worth much more than Acere had paid, the entire concept of slaves and owning another wolf was completely abhorrent to him. As much as he might banter about it, it wasn't a concept he could truly understand. But alas - he had found a way to work himself out of this mess without having to watch his back afterwards, and hoped his patience - something unusual for him - would be worth the wait. No doubt better things were to come, Kai would bet anything on it.

"Good for you," he replied lazily, despite her prickly tone. He didn't care about raids, about who won nor whether or not they were on even ground now. The only reason he didn't feel like raiding Abaven again, and was glad they weren't going to, was because he actually liked at least one member of Abaven and didn't really feel like getting his frustrations out on someone he could consider a friend. Finding a stranger sounded much preferred to him. "And sure, I could handle him, but if he sends a few of his wolves after me?" He shrugged, knowing that while he tended to be foolish, that at the end of the day... well, he couldn't stand a chance against three wolves. Maybe two, on a good day.

He let out an exaggerated laugh at her question. "I prefer men... but women can be fun, too. The bigger the better," he winked suggestively, letting his tail slash at the water, sending droplets spraying on each side of him. "I like people who can handle their own shit. Apparently I have a thing for pack leaders." Was he being flirtatious there? Possibly. But more than that, it was just true. Rhyme had ruled Abaven when he'd met him and he'd found the unfortunately straight man quite attractive. Theory wasn't so bad herself - but then again, he was lonely in a way he hadn't been in a long while. "What about you, leader of Abaven? What's your type? Strong, handsome men with tusks? Or are you into small, pretty little ladies?"