counting stars

it seemed he hadn't made a mistake. good. Benedict didn't want to make a bad first impression. he knew that he would have been spotted eventually if he lurked, and would rather be called out for calling Abraven out. he'd only done it out of respect. the man's head rose slowly as the other introduced himself, a soft smile appearing on his lips. "good t' meet ya, Alpha Rhyme of Abraven" he'd go on politely, showing respect to the man and his position. "and, er, yer friends." he'd chuckle, nodding to the raven on his back.

"m' questions are simple" he wasn't going to take up the other's time when he could be sleeping in a cozy den. "I just wish t' know what Abraven is about. yer goals and what is expected of yer members" he'd slowly shake his head "I cannae join a pack that focuses on raiding and fighting, though." he was a pacifist but willing to put his life on the line for other wolves more than himself. he told Rhyme that his focus was elsewhere, in hunting and defense. he couldn't hope to be a good member if they were prone to violent acts.