Friends of a feather

It wasn't too surprising that his pack's name wasn't really out there. IN all honesty he preferred it that way for now. They needed a chance to really dig their claws in and get on their paws before attention was drawn his way. Trepidation was often his go to. Ignatius would rather be overly methodical than be caught off guard. His ears did perk up at the mention of an alliance, which was something he really couldn't afford to pass up.

"I would be very interested in an alliance, I far prefer them to simple neutrality, or enemies." He already had enough out there to worry about but friends were still in short supply. Shifting his weight and getting a bit more comfortable, Ignatius' expression turned thoughtful. "My pack is not interested in being passive. It is a home for all who wish to learn useful skills so that they can take care of themselves while developing bonds like family with the other members. Out goal will always be to help out allies, in good times and bad. It was inspired by the two... very different cultures of my homeland. One is very combat oriented and aggressive and the other is a very closely knit community of equally tough but much more peaceful wolves. I want to bring out the best parts of both places through Fyri."

"Trade is something I am especially interested in, though since my pack is so new I haven't many resources to offer up. Knowledge, however, I do have to offer."