<blockquote>Typical. The one pack that wasn’t after his hide was the pack that was falling apart and had too many issues to worry about the outside world. Just his luck really that would be the case. With a snort to himself, he fell silent a moment. There wasn’t much to suggest for the time being. Another pack would be ideal but did he really think Valiant could run it without his help? Probably not. He wasn’t a thinker, he was a do-er. He’d dive head first into it and it could prove a hindrance rather than a help. Honestly, what was a wolf to do.
An outward sigh escaped his lips as he looked away; the excitement for his idea vanishing as quickly as it had come. <b>”I just don’t know then. I’d offer you a place with me, you know that and you deserve that for all of your hard work... but I couldn’t have you and Naira too close, not with her mood swings lately... she’d chew off more than your hide I’m sure.”</b> he said, nothing but truth escaping his lips. She might not have noticed it yet but her moods were all over the place right now and she had a very nasty side when it reared its head. Not that he minded of course, it was intriguing to see another side of her, similar to his own, but it wouldn’t help in this situation.
There were other options of course. Valiant could leave, go rouge as he was used to and loved, whislt sticking close to the Poisoned wolves... but it’d be a lonely life and he’d receive nothing from it. Maybe he could try to persuade Naira to have him on the lands, explain his actions... but he doubted she’d care much for that idea. The pack was another option but it would take time... time was something he didn’t have. He felt like smashing his head against a boulder, try to kick start it into some ideas but he was simply lost. As lost as their cause.
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