Discontent

Walking at a pace that was comfortable for prolonged conversations, he kept his head angled towards the other wolf, listening as Grimoire spoke. He had been correct, Grim had sought him out. “Of course, Grimoire, go ahead” he invited as the other wolf spoke of concerns.

It was quickly clear what Grim was concerned about, and the Warlord’s eyes lightened in approval. Good. He was pleased to see Grimoire reaching forward. “In order to help you, it would be best if I understood where your main interests lie. I know you can hunt, and fight. Do you have a preference of the two? Or would you rather learn a different skill entirely?” He asked, leading the way slowly out of the Marketplace and into the heart of the pack. If he knew what Grim wanted, then he would be able to set him up better within the pack. Send him to wolves who share his interest, so he could grow within the pack.


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