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Bronze i

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04-14-2013, 06:28 PM (This post was last modified: 04-14-2013, 06:32 PM by Bronze i.)


Loccian spoke up quickly; it seemed as though the female wanted him to join Seracia more than he realized before. She complimented him, saying he could stand his ground. Bronze would tilt his head, letting his eyes rest on the female's for a moment. Her comment made him grin a bit -- surely he didn't look strong now, standing before Gerhardt, caked in dried herbs from obvious wounds, looking slightly exhausted from the journey they'd taken to come here. But he was sure he had strength left in him, despite his age. But she added that she wouldn't mind having him as her assistant, if he felt as though that was something he would rather do. Hopefully he wouldn't be rushed into such a choice... he was much more concerned with making himself comfortable first.

"I'm not quite sure I know yet what duty would be best suited to me," he admitted honestly, lowering his muzzle slightly to gaze at his forepaws. Was Seracia a pack of warriors? Were there wars to be fought frequently? Or were they generally peaceful wolves -- would the duty of a warrior be a boring choice? Ah, such questions he would ask in due time.

Bronze paused, gazing back up at Gerhardt. "I hope my question didn't come across the wrong way," he explained, furrowing his brows slightly. Loccian too seemed unsure why he had asked such a question -- it was likely most wolves would not be so bold as to ask about leaving a pack before even being accepted. "Pack life is not unfamiliar to me by any means, but I have been a rogue for a long time." His words were serious, but not at all unfriendly. "I have known packs who were much less forgiving of abandonment, so I wanted to make sure you were not of the same mentality. I'm truly not sure whether pack life is fit for me any longer, but I'd like to give it an honest try, if you'll have me." Bronze's words were genuine, and he smiled at Gerhardt. He was still a stranger in this man's home, and though he knew it would be a struggle to become otherwise, Loccian had given him hope that such a thing was a possibility.