He was a dreamer

Murdered? Now that wasn’t something that happened every day and Arne’s ears laid back along his neck for a moment in shock before he gave himself another shake to work off the building tension. He really didn’t handle serious well at all.

Her next words were interesting though, that she was gathering wolves to join her pack. Brave if one of the ones that had been killed was an alpha. Did she do it so she could start this pack of her own? Nah, he didn’t think so. She looked too pretty to be a murderer. He should probably try to make sure she didn’t get murdered too though, right? "I’m a loner," He declared, his tail taking up a lazy wave at his heels, "An’ two of us are less likely to get murdered than one right?" Smooth boy, real smooth.

"speech".