Much More To Say, Foolish To Try

The Warlord nodded softly at her thanks, saying nothing more. It was never easy for him to let wolves go. He placed it into the pack rules for a reason. He was a possessive wolf, and each wolf he gave a home here had a part of him with them. Letting them leave? It was just inviting pain. He brought them here, under one banner, so he could protect them, and watch them thrive.

If it wasn’t Resin… a wolf whom he had come to appreciate, love, and owe he would not have done it at all. But she had saved his life on a few occasions now. Dragged him back to sanity by the ends of her teeth. He owed her at least this, through he wished she hadn’t asked.

‘I will.” He agreed quietly, leaning a small portion of his weight against the little healer, and watching the open sea beside her.