Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Hyacinth was not a fan of the cold. He was tall sure but built like a dancer and so poorly insulated from the chill, plus the north had the memories of that ice bridge. But he'd sworn he'd follow his king everywhere and so when her claiming call went up the young pirate would follow, even into the dreaded north. As he walked his pan flute bumped against his chest, the man's white dipped paws flew over snow until he stood before the behemoth of the metal beast. He slid his way towards his king, putting a decent amount of space between himself and the other wolves who'd gathered, his mismatched gaze traveling to land on the purple woman Sparrow was eyeing up.

Hyacinth moved to stand behind his king, though he was not threatening, simply an act of showing his allegance. He was here for a good time, one way or the other.

"Speech!"

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