Mithras always seemed so... eager. Way more positive than he ever was, but that wasn't saying much, was it? Not many wolves had arrived, fewer than he knew lived here, and he wondered if some of them had vanished already. He'd considered it himself, but here he was, looking as solemn as ever. His posture was stiff and he offered a slight nod to Mithras in greeting.
His ears perked as their leader spoke, considering his words. What would they like to study? It was an easy question. "Fighting," Steel would state without missing a beat. His father had been a fighter - he'd never seen it, but his dad had worn the scars proudly, and he'd heard his stories. Briefly his gaze would drift toward Esarosa as he proclaimed with exuberance that she wanted to be a hunter. He almost smiled; he expected nothing less, especially after their first meeting. Maybe Argead he thought, wasn't going to always be so terrible. Just maybe.
