The kind of demons he spoke of where the kind that he carried with him. It didn't matter how many times he spoke with Tinley about it they were always there taunting him and reminding him if what he'd done. It didn't matter that he had left that life behind and started a new life, they followed him everywhere.

The warrior regarded the woman a moment as she spoke her words. “Well, I can assure you there is no danger from me for the heights.” For other wolves and other packs he couldn't make that promise. If they threatened the pack he would do what needed to done.

So it seemed she was up to sharing as well. As much as he would like her to share first since he didn't trust that she would he knew he would have to share before her. “Alright, before I came to the lore I killed a lot of wolves, they are the demons that haunt me everyday.”