Walk | Talk | Think
The grey Guardian received not even a glance at first as the boy answered his question with simple ease, his attention still mostly focused on those fights that were taking place in close proximity to where they both sat and stood. The coolness of the answer, the apparent comfortable indifference, were things Rune had not expected to be greeted with, and strangely they were somewhat comforting. No tricks, no half truths, here was someone who was plainly at ease and knew what he was after. It was rather refreshing. Allowing his own gaze to follow that of the boy's Rune glanced at the pair of wolves as they squared off, watching the awkward dance with his own case of indifference. He knew he was out of practice, but for the moment fighting was the last thing on his mind.
"No." Just as simply as the brown wolf had answered, Rune answered in kind, voicing his own intent with the single word. It should have been obvious then, and in a way it was. There were really only two purposes behind anyone coming here to the Battlefield: to prove yourself in battle or to ally yourself with a pack. And since the boy had denied the first...
Rune's assumption was confirmed in his casual remark, an ear turning as understanding settled in. "So am I," he informed the boy, finally drawing his pale blue eyes away from the fighting pair to look squarely at the brown wolf. "I'm Rune, Guardian of Secretua." He was still getting used to saying his new title, but it was beginning to roll off the tongue rather well. And considering everything he stood for as a leader, he was glad that it felt like a suitable fit. He only hoped he could prove it the same to those under his care.
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