crimson tides

So he was seeking a pack, huh? Kamala twitched her ears, filing that away for future reference. She would have to tell him a little bit about Seracia soon. But for the moment, she contented herself with a simple, "This isn't the first place that I would look for a pack." There was a note of amusement to her voice as she examined the scarred male.

He was indeed very polite. She had to admit that much. He would fit right in with Seracians. She inclined her head slightly in acknowledgement of his words before turning her attention to what he said next. What brought her here? Well, this was the perfect time to make her offer. It was a good thing that she had held off on mentioning it earlier; this was the perfect bridge. "I have come seeking members for my pack," Kamala spoke lightly, though her voice was carefully controlled as she hesitated, trying to gauge how he would react to her words, "Many wolves claim members for their packs in this place. I was hoping to find a willing member, however, rather than one forcibly claimed." The thought was vaguely distasteful to Kamala. She had no interest in forcing any wolf to be a member of her pack. It seemed rather counterintuitive to her. Why force a wolf to be a member of a pack?

Flicking her ears, Kamala returned her attention to Tiresias once more. "Now, I know that you said you were actively seeking a pack. Would you be interested in learning of Seracia?" And now the offer had been made. She could not control his answer, and if he declined, Kamala would continue on her way. For her, it was simple enough.