As the pack's blacksmith, Vigilante did not have much work, though he did want to find some soon. Perhaps he could find something to mend or build something, though as of right at that moment, he did not have any specific ideas. He knew that some co-ranks were not as needed and his happened to be one, but he enjoyed working with metal and he did plenty as the King, so he thought it was acceptable. Others were likely more important, but he felt that all jobs within the pack were of great importance.
A frown crossed his features at the mention of her attack. He had known about it, but it still bothered him a great deal and he was glad Haven had been able to rescue her as he had. He could understand why she was not keen on leaving the pack's territory after that, he supposed. "I would think that would be fine," he said lightly. The pack did not yet have a story-teller, and with young puppies, it would be important to have one. He hoped she would consider it.
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