I'm cracked down

Ah, so he had been right in assuming that this man was related to Allen. What a small world they lived in. But he didn't remember him speaking of a son named Decim, not that he was upset about it. There were always secrets between friends, was there not? If he could even call the older man that now. Clearing his throat he tried his very best to focus on the brown man in front of him, nodding his head when the man spoke of his own skills. "We have both a hunting and a fighting rank, if one suites your fancy more over the other." He said, pleased that Decim knew about the main aspect of his pack. It wasn't often that he was saved from the explanation of everything, and he appreciated it now. At the man's next words he smiled sadly, his head nodding up and down. "I appreciate your words, Decim. I do hope that you will find your home here." He said, his ears pulling back slightly. This just made him want to talk to Allen more and more, and he knew that he had given himself enough time to think. Maybe he would call his old friend home at last, after this...

"Speech"