I'll admit I'm sorry, not sorry

Kestrel knew that the politics of this pack were about to become a lot more important to him. There was likely a great deal of rich history here to dig through, but it would take time to get a proper feel for the lay of the land. He grinned with a hint of teeth at her words. ‘I’d gladly watch your back, Queen Modesty” He agreed, curious at what she was proposing.

“I’ll need a little time to get back to my full strength, but I can use that time to learn a little more about these packs that you distrust.” He put forth, indicating his willingness to learn. He would have a lot of catching up to do, but the beliefs of his people… he understood, deep in his core, the cost of a life. The cost of his life. He would never have made it to shore without her, and what she asked did not sound so terrible.

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