to rest my weary head

The monochrome fae expressed approval that he was learning the art of diplomacy alongside the art of battle, which prompted a tiny smile to cross his face before he could stop it. Trying to hide the flash of pride, he ducked his chin and cleared his throat softly. "Thank you, ma'am." he said softly. Corbie assured him that he was welcome among the ranks of the guardians, and her interest in sharing in his learning from the old pack. He bobbed his head softly, mute agreement that he would also like to share.

With a wave of her paw, the leader of the pack bid him join her to venture beyond the borders. Without any further need for welcome, he got to his paws and looked to Sonnet. The cat wordlessly stepped forward to collect the wolf's pack, carrying it in her own jaws as she followed behind him. The pallid male flashed another smile to Corbie as he padded up beside her. "I won't lie, I am a bit tired." he admitted, keeping his pace even to let the fae lead the way to wherever she would like him to be. "It's hard to sleep away from home, it turns out." he added with a small chuckle, tail waving gently against his heels.

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