AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN
This was… refreshing. As intrigued as Wolf had been by the political discord and civil restlessness, eyeing every opportunity like the beast he was named for, there was something nice about shutting all that off and just doing whatever the hell he wanted. Which– granted– was essentially what he'd been doing this entire time, but it took a certain level of effort to cause the kind of controlled chaos he had in these last few weeks. In comparison, this was much easier, calling for less focus and offering more freedom with what he could do. Not as strictly business as it'd felt with the other groups he'd taken out.
It's her attitude, he decided quickly, ears tipping forward at the sound of a chirp. Happy to accept change, but not bitter about it..
He couldn't name a single one of Sables cats that had met him with such a genuine eagerness or kind-hearted smile, and it disarmed him a little, unused to the balance. Normally it was one extreme or the other- a super soft cat that was stuck in their ways, or someone who was willing to do the hard work but was forever changed for it. And Wolf was a bit lost as to whether this shecat was just not far enough along to have lost that naivety yet, or if she truly was the anomaly she appeared to be.
He raised an amused brow as she shifted closer to brush their flanks together for just a moment, a gesture too innocent for him to be familiar with. He guessed it was fine– it's not like he had a problem being touched or anything, it just wasn't a common practice for him. Usually just fights, or casual nights spent with whatever cute shecat or tom caught his eyes.
"Can't say I'm a very experienced mentor, but I'm sure I can teach you a few tricks." he replied to the blue-point, mismatched eyes sharp and confident."I've already taken a few of the other colony cats out that way and they all seemed to do well enough. Put as much enthusiasm into hunting as you do with making friends, and I'm sure you'll do just fine."
The words were not unkind. In fact, there was encouragement buried there, happy to be found beneath the playfulness of his challenge.
Wolf was many things; a hardass, prone to violence, a little too detached emotionally. He didn't let others close and was likely to turn on you the moment you lost your usefulness to him. Boredom, quite literally a killer.
Untrustworthy, some would say. Dangerous, most would agree. But not your usual monster of brooding isolation. No, his beast was a far more social breed, able to thrive among the masses just as easily as he could alone, but beckoning neither and thriving in both. Adaptation at its finest.
And he was prone to admiring that trait in others as well, the mark of a fellow survivor.
"Come on. I bet Hawthornes never show you the treeline down by the river. There's always something sniffing around there." He flicked his tail to beckon her after him, setting a southward pace away from the trees the colony favored.
loner/future shadowclan - male - a large, monochrome chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars