A Summer Job

Tyrian digested her explanation quietly. That made sense and it was such a simple explanation. If you were going to read and introduce a whole new layer of complexity to words, it made sense that you would need something to help manage and record all of this new complexity. Again, he wasn't sure the added difficulty was worth it, but it was an interesting concept and he couldn't fault her for having a hobby even if it wasn't one he would have picked for himself. "Hmm," he murmured finally. "Learn something new every day."

She didn't shy away from his description of her potential packmates, which he took as a good sign but given the nervous vibes he was getting from her, Tyrian wasn't convinced she was as prepared for them as she should have been. Poor wee lamb. She'd learn. Or, she'd find the brawling, sheep chasing, soon-to-be-raiding ruffians too 'unique' for her liking and they'd part on - hopefully - reasonable terms. They could stand here and talk all day, but it didn't really matter too much if they both thought she was a fit for the pack. Time would tell. She could walk in convinced she belonged only to nope right out the moment something unsavory and unforeseen happened. Tyrian too could have one of those moments. "Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."

"Well," he offered with a knowing smile. "I think enough of my questions have been answered to give you a trial period. If the threat of 'unique' wolves hasn't thrown you off, are you ready for the tour?"