Snakes in a Basket

"Tanning yourself, are you?" came the soft vocals of the alpha, the pale man jumping up on the bolder that the other resting himself upon. Bass' golden gaze looked him over once, eying the pIle of serpents that he had got. He frowned then, tsking his tongue softly.

"Be careful, some of these Devils can poison you with their blood alone. Best be careful which ones you hunt. " From a young age the wolves of his pack learned about the snakes that dwelled here, but this man was a newcomer. Zell was his name, right? He had never really spoken to the masked one on a one to one level, he had just heard about his acceptance into the pack from Allen. He had come to his pack when he was away, and it was a shame that it had taken this long for the two of them to speak.

"Zell, correct? I am sorry that I was not here to accept you into Abaven, and I hope that the pack is suiting you well?" He asked, folding himself to his rump as his white tail curled around his flank. He didn't think that he needed an introduction, and was quite curious to see if he knew who he was. Zell had sparred with his son, Starling, and he refrained for asking how it went. All this would come up at the meeting that he called to change partners. Ears flickering atop his head, he waited for Zell to answer his question.