Get Along There

"Having a good teacher is one of the best things one could ask for in life," he observed. He'd been that, once, mentoring and bringing up young wolves in the cosca. He'd seen many a young wolf move their way through the ranks under his tutelage, and he'd been proud of that. It made everything that had happened after that much more difficult and had made it all the more difficult to choose to make a pack of his own and do it all over again. He mentally huffed out a sigh, but mustered a smile for the woman. "Niente is small, but we are willing to take in anyone who wants to better themselves and their fellow pack members, as long as they can keep an open mind about what the pack may choose to trade," he added the last slowly. He knew he wasn't a good man, not the sort that she might have been used to in this land, and it was inevitable that there was going to be shady dealings eventually. "I am not a good man," he echoed his thoughts aloud. "I will undoubted, eventually, cross into a very gray area morally, and while I will never force pack members to participate in anything they are not comfortable with, you should be aware of the possibility that others in Niente will."