Machine Made of Flesh

N/A · 06-12-2013, 06:26 PM

Fenrir listened intently. He payed special attention as she explained what rank she was. He nodded briefly showing he understood then listened to her explanation of the pack. So they were indeed a Kingdom. That much was intriguing. The question now was, would this place be a good fit for him? It seemed like it, but he didn't want to make the same mistake as he had with Valhalla.

"I'm very interested in joining. What's the pack's policy as far as coming and going is? And what's it's standings with Tortuga?"

These things were a need to know. If he wouldn't be given the freedom to come and go as he pleased then the place was a definite no. If they were enemies with Tortuga then that would cause problems as well. He refused to fight with a pack that was enemies of the pack his mother lived in. His loyalties still did lie with his mother. She had given birth to him after all. He couldn't destroy her or the place she lived at. It was beyond wrong to him.

Speech,

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