Bass' smile grew warmer when he picked up on the child's nerves, and he winked a golden eye at him as he dipped his head and explained what he was looking for. He was doing pretty well, and he wasn't that scary of a wolf. He felt himself take on a more fatherly mode as he stated his name and asked about Abaven, making the Primo nod his head. "Certainly. Abaven has a bit of a different inner workings than most packs. We have your typical healer, fighter, and hunter rank, but then we also have field medics and scouts as well. Our members are available for other packs to lease out in times of need. While with other packs, the member must abide by their rules and regulations, and the scouts will come in to check on you from time to time." He explained in an even tone, the words flowing off his tongue with ease. He had done this so many times before that he hardly had to think of what to say. "Our rank names are in Italian, a tongue that my family and I learned awhile ago. So while they have different names, they follow the same basis of your standard ranks. In trade for handing out our members we get a favor from that pack." Bass smiled as his speech came to a close, his pale tail curling around his form. "Would this be something that would interest you, Brandr?"
