Desperation
09-12-2013, 01:14 PM
"Juno." The wolf before her seemed to be having some sort of inner battle with herself, or at least that was what it would seem to her. Azalea was no stranger to such things, she often had to fight inner voice. "I suppose I am here to seek entry into Valhalla's ranks." Her ears pulled back now though in confusion rather than anger. Juno, as she was called, seemed very unsure of her words. Azalea was quick to point out this flaw, her words like dry ice even if she did not intend to be cruel. "You suppose or you know? Valhalla is not a pack to turn away able bodied wolves or those in need but you seem as though you are not entirely sure you even want to be here. To join this pack is a commitment, as with any pack. Choose wisely, Juno, if you cannot be loyal to this pack then you should take your leave now before we get further into things." Her tone was not sharp but rather to the point, her eyes light as she inquired the female think a bit harder on the matter before committing to a place she might not really wish to stay. The heir was not about to make a mistake here, besides, Juno would be the first wolf she officially accepted (or declined) to their ranks. Speech, |
