Flipsy Flopsy

A name he could announce with pride… yeah, Ganta liked the thought of that. A pack where all his members could be proud of their home too… that was ideal. Though the young man couldn’t help but blush a little as she complimented him. They were words Roza had spoken too, even if they were not spoken exactly the same way. Someone else could recognize his true heart, the light that was within rather than the evil that lay like a looming shadow over him. He was different from his older and half siblings… from his father.

Ganta listened as the older femme spoke of her own father, Jovan, and his ideals. If he could truly channel this good aura then… maybe there would be all sorts of followers for Dragoste. They wouldn’t need to worry… Ganta knew regardless of age and skill all would be welcomed into Dragoste. Those who were hurt, broken, deformed… they would easily find their place among his family and pack.

But then the femme had an offer Ganta wasn’t quite expecting. She’d be willing to join Dragoste? A warm smile spread across his maw. “You’d be welcome to join us of course. Dragoste will welcome wolves of all skills, though having someone with a bit more knowledge would certainly be beneficial.” The brute tipped his head. “So should you still want it when the time comes, consider a position in the pack yours.”