Shrugging again, the warrior explains, 'Grey said yer me 'sponsibility, na tha I own ya... Soldier is as a Soldier does, an Soldiers take orders. I take me 'sponsibilites ta heart an' I ain't one ta use flow'ry werds. Seems ye wan it both ways, but I ain't one ta coddle nobody. No matter where they mighta sharpened their teeth.' With a final nod, to punctuate his point, Wulfcyne swings his square smooshed face back towards the task at hand, large bow at the ready.