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Benedict felt himself visibly relax as he was formally accepted into the pack. there was little else to say with Rhyme gifting him a rank of hunter - dianaea, he recalled - and a place to stay. still, he hesitated as the alpha asked him to join, pausing to look at the scent line before him. eyes downcast to the invisible line with a soft frown as if trying to get used to the way of a pack again before he stepped over it. Rhyme had said it was fine, and also said he was welcome. so there was no reason for hesitation. he'd have to learn the border; with time. "thank ye" he'd say gratefully to the older man, walking behind the other as they went further in.

it had been a long journey to Abraven, let alone this land, and he was looking forward to a den of any kind. he'd been sleeping in the open too long. "no" Benedict added as Rhyme lead them away. his head would slowly shake. "ever'thing is easy to understand, thank ye" if he was a cruel wolf, he would have thought any idiot could figure this out from Rhyme's words. but he wasn't. the young man was just grateful for the chance to be part of something again. "I look forward to meeting her." he'd say also, learning of the other alpha. he hoped she wouldn't call too early, for his paws felt weary enough to sleep for a decade.