It could easily be said that Rogue was in the wrong. The rest of her life would be a living hell, he to exile her at any moment. Thin ice she had been on.
But, indeed, he need not have reacted so. This was not in his nature; forgiving, forgetting. Differences would still exist, but exist beneath a load of sickeningly sweet exterior.
Fine then, a truce. The five quadruple leggeds are still due, to receive your promotion. Just be remembering that.
Own muzzle resists the tenuous urge to meet hers, letting no affection come between them. It must be said; the female race had a… way with him.
“An alliance, then; for the sake of s.t.o.n.e.h.e.n.g.e.”

The Innocent
don't mess with a veteran of the system