Shelter
06-28-2013, 05:14 AM
The newcomer had his own way of speaking. He explained himself as a rogue, and as not much of a fighter, both of which matched perfectly with Gargoyle's initial observations. The case was shrug-worthy; the male seemed to be exactly who he said he was. He even made the generous offer of switching places with the chief. Perhaps there were some alphas who would've felt entitled to accept it, but Gargoyle saw his rank as 'someone who protects' not 'someone who lords over'. "Unnecessary, I'll just be moving on," rumbled the Chief, but truth be told the offer did the male some good in Gargoyle's eyes. He'd seen alot of darker souls in his day, heck, he was one himself, but he wasn't getting any of those vibes off Toprak. When threatened, Glaciem was a pack that met things head on, eyes blazing, but when approached peacefully, they were close to welcoming. The male could take his time; stay for a bit, and enjoy the company of Mercianne. Gargoyle had best to keep moving. He'd try going uphills a way,s maybe find himself a spot that afforded a good vantage point above the swirls of snow. He'd already said that the male was welcome, so the role of the leader here was done. The kids could go back to talking. Before going though, Gargoyle gave a curt nod in the direction of his she-brave, "Miss Mercianne," and then removed his giant giant frame from their door way. --EXIT-- (unless called back) |