Her laughter, Wraith was convinced, could be a balm to heal all wounds. It wormed its way into all his broken pieces and filled gaps he hadn't realized still existed. Did she even realize her own power? What a wonderful gift. The black man found it impossible not to marvel at her. In the span of a conversation, she could go from dejected to laughing with her heart.

He canted his head in acknowledgement, grinning wickedly. "I suppose we ought to leave that job to @Morganna then, hm?" Their Alpha was far more suited for such a picture. In fact, Wraith didn't have to imagine it. The feisty female had done that and more on more than one occasion. She was quite a possessive one, whether it be of wolves or territory. Wraith had to admit he was a little surprised the woman hadn't broached him yet about how much time he was spending with the white female of late. Of course, he still served as the woman's second pillow each night, so perhaps she didn't mind.

Wraith fell into step beside @Piety and shook his head. "Truly, you owe me nothing for that. We are pack. It is how it should be between all of us." Though it saddened him to know it, the members of Whitestone were not as close knit as they once were. He inwardly vowed to make a better effort to get to know the others better. He thought of the new pups. Perhaps he should encourage them to join him on a hunt. Use the time to gauge their skills and allow them to have another aside from their mother to bond with. Come to think of it, he'd not made much time for her either. Nor the other female who was since recovering from an injury he knew not the cause for.

"We should," Wraith agreed readily. "We will."

Wraith only smiled at her suggestion that she may look good in a position of power. He'd not admit that she would look good in any position, whether it be in control, in submission, in hunting, or simply standing there looking off in the distance as she had been. Missing ear, scars and all, he found her to be incredibly pretty. But that wasn't what she needed to hear that moment. Or at least not what he think she needed to hear. And, a little selfishly, it was also something he couldn't bring himself to say. He had no business thinking of a packmate in that manner.

He laughed outright when she offered to be his punching bag. "I'm afraid I don't take after Morganna's tendencies to take a bite out of packmates' hides for fun. If it's a spar you're after, I'll give you that without a problem." But hurting a packmate just to do it? It never had been his thing. At the very core of Wraith's being was an instinct to protect. It was that very thing that caused him so much grief when he failed to do so with his own family. Though he had been forgiven of those mistakes already on multiple counts, he knew he would always carry the weight of it with him. But since revisiting the Far North and finding his family once more, the burden was easier to hold.

But @Piety was relentless, unwilling to take his offered platitudes. Compromising, he sighed. "Come hunting with me for a day. Just the two of us. We'll see what we can find. Doesn't matter where." Not that he wouldn't do this on any given day, but Wraith made it sound like it was a gift to him regardless.

"They would like that," he agreed with concerns to the pups playing at Edge Stone Pool. "We can invite the other siblings along as well." Like Piety, Wraith had yet to become familiar with the newest, youngest members of the pack. Another duty he was slacking on as Second, he realized with a long-suffering sigh. So many things to do. It was exhausting sometimes.

"Come," he invited. "I'll race you to that rise." Knowing she would soundly beat him there, Wraith used his weight to headbutt her in an attempt to knock her off her paws before taking off. A head start wouldn't save him, but he'd give it his best shot!