When Nicolò looked squarely at him, Craw met his eyes, yellow eyes fixed on each other for a moment - and what the man said next actually took the silvered wolf by surprise. Archers didn't bullshit, and the tail wag was evidence of genuine sentiment. Craw's jaw cracked open a fraction but he had no immediate retort. "Thank you," he said, after a moment's hesitation, finding the simple comment had provoked a strange reaction within himself. It wasn't guilt, per se, but he did feel regret that Nicolò may have to become an enemy depending on how Morganna wished to proceed. In another world, Craw could see himself easily allying with the dark, collected man walking at his side, the Archer's calm and observational manner far better suited to Craw's tastes than the more volatile, impatient side of the family he had been associating with. In some ways, Nicolò reminded him of another dark-pelted man from a lifetime ago, a man who had given Craw the confidence to fight for what was his. It was a complimentary comparison.
Such a shame that things would likely not go that way. Still, if he played it right, the bridges that Morganna burned may not have to be the same as his own. He could only wait and see and act sensibly.
"I will help to bolster the defensive skills of those packmembers who wish to improve themselves," he continued, gaze returning to the path ahead, choosing to keep a cautious distance between himself and the man. Wait and see. They were not enemies, not yet, and so Craw would treat the man as nothing other than what he was - his superior. "The role of Guardian does interest me. Perhaps I could also identify those wolves who should be groomed for other roles, to improve the pack's specialisation. It is inefficient to simply have all subordinates performing the same duties with no attention to their particular talents."