Patrolling Warrior

The brute listened to the kid. She was surprisingly smart for her age. He couldn't help but wonder about how she figured out Valhalla and Tortugan were enemies. She was a kid, he didn't understand why she worried about such things. At least her opinion of him and his pack wasn't biased though. Already she seemed to like him simply because he was a "friend" of her mothers. A soft chuckle was given though. She called him nice. He wouldn't exactly have ever fit himself into the "nice" category. He'd done some pretty horrible things in his time. Things she didn't even want to know about.

"No. I actually saved your mother from a not so friendly wolf not too long ago. Otherwise I'm sure she would have been eaten."

It probably wasn't the best thing to tell a pup, that her mother almost gotten killed and eaten by a disfigured wolf and a rat, but regardless the way he saw it she would at least be pleased he had saved her mother's life. Even if it was a rather crude way to word it for her.

"Talk"