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The young, strangely familiar man only shrugged at him, nonchalant and unfussed. The Tyrant bit back a smile, thinking how easy it would be to claim the man. He was out here, alone, no back up, no one to know what happened to him. It would be so easy, would it not? And he looked like a fighter, exactly what the pack needed.

He kept the boy talking as he considered his thoughts, wondering if he could recruit the man without the need for violence - start them off on good footing, and have him open to the idea of training under Sirius.

“I’m travelling between the Oasis and the Tall Grass Plains. My pack is currently in the Oasis, but will be moving to the Plains soon” he explained, introducing the idea of the pack to the young man.