The dark man had learned his lesson after making her mad and decided that perhaps she had been right and it was just better if he didn't do that any longer. “Well considering it might go much worse for me,” he teased. The conversation turned more serious as he thought of the pup they had adopted into the pack. After Roland had showed up at their borders in such bad shape the dark man decided that something needed to change. More and more he was glad that he had made they deal with Birtie. “We scout for one and hope that they are looking for a home when we find one or we wait for one to come to us. Our last option would he to send someone to he trained by one in another pack,” he responded when she asked about finding a healer.
The dark man hadn't missed the tone she had with him when she spoke but he assumed she wasn't happy that he hadn't consulted her about Birtie first. He chose to push it aside for the time being and concentrate on her questions. His Amber eyes fell on her dark features as she asked what he meant. “Well Des, I mean I loved her but that was clearly not supposed to happen.” He had since come to terms with the tawny woman's death which took some weight off his shoulders. “And there have been some others and it just hasn't gone the way it maybe should have or could have.”