Tell The World, I'm Coming Home

A younger Resin might have turned the young wolf-dog away. The Hallows wasn't a war driven pack though. It was a pack of second chances. A pack of safety and home. The boy introduced himself as Outlaw. Meadow piped up a moment later, making her own introduction. It was obvious her sister wanted. Meadow had always been soft hearted and wanted to save everyone and everything. Resin wasn't remotely like that. Everyone had to have a purpose. Everyone had to contribute.

"Outlaw," Resin said simply, staring down upon the pair if small canines. If he wished to join, he and Meadow would have to ask. Not only would they have to ask, but they would have to convince the slate and obsidian woman that Outlaw could and would contribute.