A Little Twist Of Faite

Now that he had given a response, he was graced with a few more moments to consider his options. The basic benefits offered by a pack would include companionship, more plentiful resources, and a home to return to every night. While the first two were important, the third was what truly tempted him. While he liked to think about things, study them, it was not very often Adrian would turn his own thoughts back around on himself, especially in this manner. What do I want?

Usually his focus was on the world around him, as well as those around it. But for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to ponder this question. All he wanted was to find somewhere to belong, with a purpose, that would allow him to help others. Perhaps joining a group would afford him that very opportunity. There was no doubt in his mind that he would fully commit himself to his work in a pack, whatever that might be.

So when Faite began to explain the basic values of what Celestial stood for, he found himself pleased. Her smile was contagious as well, and he found himself mirroring it to a lesser degree. From the sound of it, she was quite proud of her pack. It had apparently been founded by her mother, which offered him another little detail and bit of history that he could store away for future reference. The rules were simple, and all seemed like things he could agree with. He did not suppose he would have any problems getting along with anyone, unless some took issue with his relative silence.

"Your pack sounds quite honorable. I think I would like to meet them." What could it hurt? Everything sounded more than exceptional, and Adrian had no where else to go anyway. He owed it to Faite, and to himself to at very least follow this through.

What do you excel at? This once more required a pause, a moment of thought. Faite was probably trying to get an idea of what role he could play. She had said the pack was full of mostly healers, with a few warriors. But surely they would have hunters, too? Not that it mattered. He would not say he excelled in any of those three categories. Hunting would probably be where he was most skilled but even then, his only concern had always been himself. He had only learned enough to survive. That was one thing he regretted. He'd never had much opportunity to train as a group, with his family, before he had left them behind all of those months ago.

He would need to relearn how to work as a team, no matter what role he might be given. That might be difficult, but he was certainly willing to try. That was, if Regulus decided to accept him. He realized he was getting ahead of himself, here. What was he most skilled at? Well, there was one thing, and that was what he had been doing his entire way here, and for many months before it, so he had certainly had a lot of practice.

"Physically, running. Not so much speed but, distance. For whatever that is worth." That would again possibly bring him around to the role of a hunter, or perhaps a scout if her pack had them. His strength certainly did not lie in combat. He would not be fearful of defending himself should a situation ever arise but, he was no where near competent enough to carry the safety of an entire pack on his shoulders.