He gently pet her cheek with his thumb. Her attentions brought such calm to the storm in his mind and chest. His ears fell back and he smiled. He shivered some.<br/><br/>"I suppose you're right...." he mumbled at the words of learned control. He still felt guilt for his loss of control in the days of his training. "We will head south when our traversal of the tribal grounds has been completed. I worry more for war breaking between tribes that are paranoid of their neighbors than for hunting the culprits of the attacks. When the people are not at each others throats we will investigate. Why I take this time...is because if you look at the way the attacks occurred...organized... synchronized...they took place not moments after one another...this took time to arrange...we have the time to ensure the safety of the Warren residents before they would dare strike again and in our travels if they were planning another attack we would witness them..."