His amusement still clear, smile widening as Shadè shows off her teeth, the large warrior moves over to the shifter, looming over her somewhat before sitting upon a barstool and shrugging, as he explains, 'Scrappers be those who got the fire in their bellies and the might in their arm, but ain't had no proper molding as a Soldier. As to bein' a successful warrior... yer still here, ain't ya? That says a heap. Though the prepared usually have a lower mortality rate, and the prepared warrior carries more than a single, or even a pair, of weapons.'
Taking a sip of his water, Wulfcyne eyes the warrioress' plate of mauled fish, adding, 'Jungle, eh? Q'barra? Or further afield? Friendly warning; 'ware these so called civilized lands, many here may well seek to take advantage of ya.'