Peace Offering Round Two

To make the most of life. It was what he was forced to do. He went through the motions. He kissed his children he, he trained them. He invited wolves into his pack and ensured they had the resources they needed. By all accounts, he was living his life. Living it with a hole where his heart used to be. With pain in his limbs that had little do with his advancing age.

She spoke of honour and the people that loved him. He spread his forepaws wide, as if to invite her to see him in fullness. "And there you have it. The greatest chains that bind me. The things I love the most are the weapons against me. I would have joined my wife in a heartbeat. I tried to, in the past. But that's a different story, and I doubt you wish to hear it." He said, he picked up a small weed growing by his paws, tossing it into the fire. The bright green caught in the fire, and the scent of it drifted in the air for a moment. Faint and then gone again. "I have little pleasures left in life. You'll hate to hear it, but heckling you is one of my fonder hobbies." He offered her a small, amused smile. The sort of dark amusement found in sorrow.