Despite All My Rage

This woman was like stone. The gap which he could use to burrow into her and see what she was was just not presenting itself. He'd had if for a second there, when they'd talked about leadership. But as soon as she'd learned who the boy was, that stone wall had taken over again. This creature was strong. At least very head strong. And perhaps not in the good way. It was clear that she cared to preserve her pack, but her mannerisms lead the brute to believe that she was willing to explore every single possible means and method. Even ones that made enemies. Aggressive diplomacy was a very dangerous road. A wolf of Newol's heritage was an extremely loyal friend. He didn't care how he personally was treated. But he would never forget nor forgive a wrong done against his family. Newol wasn't a savior. He didn't have to forgive. And he wasn't the only wolf with some fashion of this mindset. There where wolves with much more vengeful tendencies than he had. And if she upset them, then there would be a lot of anger pointed toward that that she wanted safe. A dangerous road indeed.

The brute made up his mind. He was done here. She had lost his interest and thus it was time for him to move on. He had other more important matters to attend to. Raising to his feet, if offered her a small bow of his head in farewell, though the stern look never left his face. Turning to walk away, he took only a few steps before saying over his shoulder. "You want to keep you pack strong. Please, exercise caution. Trust is more valued than fear." and with that, he continued to walk. His mind returning to the befuddled cloud which it had once resided in.

Newol Exit.