they should call me icarus, flying this close to the sun

"A dogpile doesn't sound half bad to be honest." he admitted, making a mental note to find this Mortis guy later on. After all, it be weird to just go sleep in a random den with a bunch of wolves he didn't even know- not that it would necessarily stop him either.

The obelisk he was directed to was something new for Dream, but he let his green eyes scan over the words all the same. There was nothing he could find that was worth objecting to, and if he was honest it actually didn't sound half bad. He'd landed himself in a group that seemed to mesh with him well enough, and he found he was willing to tangle himself farther into this web he'd found himself in.

"I'll remember them." he promised with a nod, having no intention of ruining the oppurtunity before him. In a way, Sirius was just as lucky as Dream was. The blonde was so starved for what this pack could offer him that at this point there were only a few things he wouldn't do to prove he belonged here. And in time, the more he attatched himself to this place, those lines would probably blur. And right now, Dream was okay with that. As long as he got what he needed out of it as well.

"Is there anything specific I should know about this place and how you guys do things? Like I said, I've been on my own for the most part and I don't want any... misunderstandings screwing things up for me. If your pack has any special customs or beliefs or things that are off limits, it'd be good to know."

Laws were one thing. Written out for him plain as day he could digest and remember them easily enough. But laws weren't always the only thing to consider, and he didn't want to go stepping on anyones toes accidentally- no, if he did that you could bet your ass there'd be a good reason for it.

"Speech"