Warren was alert and thoughtful as he walked. Tinker kept to his side, between him and the trees. She often went after rabbits or investigated trees or bushes, but he paid her no mind. He was too caught up in his memories. He was an old shifter. Older than some ever get, though he had met truly long lived shifters that made himself appear young. He had learned alot in his one and a half centuries of life. But he had only recently learned the most painful of lessons. Betrayal. Some thirty years ago he had decided to settle down to create a home. He had no visions of a family, as many encounters had proved that he was not accepted by most shifters. He had approached an Alpha and had requested permission to build a home, just for himself. The Alpha had allowed him to as long as he obeyed the packs laws and shifter laws in general. He had learned the pack laws from the Beta of that pack and after three years had gained their respect.<br/><br/>He had helped them defend their home against rouges. He had discovered them just before they attacked. He attacked them first, making as much noise as he could to warn the pack. He had roared so loud he had shattered the windows of a house nearby. But it worked he had surprised the attackers and bought the pack time to drive them away. He had killed three of them, including their leader, but he had been badly injured. It had been a mob against one, he had been lucky to survive. After that the Alpha had offered him a place in the pack. He had said that blood didnt matter, only deeds did. And he had proved that the pack was important enough to risk his own life, something the Alpha admired and that many wolves respected. He was remembering the day he had moved into the packs main neighborhood when Tinkers question shook him from his memory.<br/><br/>He smiled as he thought to answer her questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">~Those are all good questions Tinker. And some i cant answer right now. Let us find a den then we can talk more of those answers. As for hunting, again, we need shelter. Lets find a cave then we can hunt.~ He stroked her head gently. ~You do not have to be grateful. I would have helped regardless. And loyalty is yours alone to give. I claim no ones loyalty. I am not an Alpha Tinker. I welcome you to travel with me, but you must know that I am being hunted myself. For reasons you might not understand~</span>His voice had taken a tone of sadness at the end.