Machine Made of Flesh

His mother was from Tortuga? That was interesting. Kamala examined the male before her thoughtfully, tail waving idly in the air behind her. "I understand completely." Kamala murmured softly. Her mother might have vanished, but she knew that if the woman ever returned, she would not be able to lift a paw against her. "We would never expect you to hurt your mother." Gerhardt had more kindness than that.

The female nodded thoughtfully. "I doubt, at any rate, that we will have issues with Tortuga if we haven't already." Seracia had been founded a while ago, after all. Almost two years ago now. If any pack had wanted to cause issues, they had had plenty of time to do so, and none had attempted to do so. "Have I answered all of your questions, Fenrir?" Kamala asked a moment later, tilting her head slightly as she examined him. Would he still want to join Seracia? She hoped so. He would be the first, other than Segar, that she had welcomed into her pack, if he chose to join. But if he did not wish to join, she would send him on his way and hope that he found a pack worth joining.