Acacius was more than thrilled to be accepted to Medusa's ranks, spending the majority of his time roaming the Dancefloor obsessively as he waited to hear what his official rank would be. The land was a beautiful one, full of herbs a plenty as well as various species of prey. Already he'd begun to gather seeds that would one day be a garden, being sure to not only collect the healing-oriented types but also a variety of poisonous ones as well. He needed to be useful to Medusa to stay, after all.

Once he'd collected enough, Acacius found himself growing.. bored. Being a loner was stressful at the best of times, but at least it'd never been boring. What did pack wolves do all day? After a few laps of the border he'd found the job monotonous and his focus lacking. So he'd come up with an idea; it was time for something that could really boost his energy and maybe let him get to know a new pack mate.

Tilting his head back, Acacius called for an Insomniac to meet his challenge in a friendly spar. What better was the Dancefloor for if not a dance?

Things were settling in fine. So far, so good, right? The meeting had gone (almost) successfully, the members that wanted to be here were settling in fine, and now she was off doing whatever alphas did. Or tried to, anyway. She obviously had never been an alpha before and had no clue what the job entailed (or at least most of it), but hey, she made it this far! How hard could it be? Returning from a patrol, she spotted Acacius and made a beeline toward him, wondering what he was up to! She couldn't remember what she had decided to rank him since there had been a lot at the meeting, but now was a good time as any just in case she forgot. "How is Acacius doing? Do you like it here?" She was genuinely curious! "Oh! And in case Medusa forgot, Acacius is a Necromancer! It's a pretty good rank!" She winked, tail wagging as she rolled her shoulders. "You doing anything fun?" "Medusa"