Predaking is quiet as he listens to the other's tale, optics dimming some in a thoughtful manner. He's familiar with the feeling of losing a home, of being taken to the brink of everything you know and he can't help but feel a sort of kinship with Wing over it. This mech, and probably many others here, know what it's like to lose everything.

And because of that, Predaking feels more inclined than ever to help.

"I can imagine that you would, my friend," the beast king replied softly, hesitating only a moment before he reached out to rest a hand on the other's shoulder. "Your time..with this place, and the place before, has not been an easy one, I can tell."