[ More relaxed than he was before this meeting (unpleasant memories aside), he purses his lips, thoughtful as he takes her question into consideration. ]
Bran is very old. [ It should go without saying, but the simplest place is often the best place to start. ] His methods are... byzantine, to put it mildly. But he is fair.
[ One had to be to rule all of North America. ]
Be yourself. Do not lie. [ Not that werewolves could lie well. ] And if you can manage to leash quips that may subvert his authority - even in jest - avoid those as well.
He protects all under his care. But... [ how much should he brief her, he wonders. It has not been long since Sage - he takes a breath at the thought of that one, his fingers flexing as he steadies himself - and the pack is still healing.
He decides to err on the side of caution, as Bran would no doubt prefer to refrain from alarming their newest wolf. Not while investigations into the Hardesty Witches are still ongoing and kept under wraps. ] But the pack bonds are raw from recent loss.
[ There. That is better. Hopefully enough for her to understand that treading gently would be good. ]
A handful of our wolves passed. [ He's unable to keep the sorrow out of his voice - and his gaze moves away from her. It has been a few months, but he still mourns. ] For a lack of a better way to put it, Bran is going through the motions of an overprotective father who needs to fuss over all who are his.
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Bran is very old. [ It should go without saying, but the simplest place is often the best place to start. ] His methods are... byzantine, to put it mildly. But he is fair.
[ One had to be to rule all of North America. ]
Be yourself. Do not lie. [ Not that werewolves could lie well. ] And if you can manage to leash quips that may subvert his authority - even in jest - avoid those as well.
He protects all under his care. But... [ how much should he brief her, he wonders. It has not been long since Sage - he takes a breath at the thought of that one, his fingers flexing as he steadies himself - and the pack is still healing.
He decides to err on the side of caution, as Bran would no doubt prefer to refrain from alarming their newest wolf. Not while investigations into the Hardesty Witches are still ongoing and kept under wraps. ] But the pack bonds are raw from recent loss.
[ There. That is better. Hopefully enough for her to understand that treading gently would be good. ]
A handful of our wolves passed. [ He's unable to keep the sorrow out of his voice - and his gaze moves away from her. It has been a few months, but he still mourns. ] For a lack of a better way to put it, Bran is going through the motions of an overprotective father who needs to fuss over all who are his.