Crescat Scientia, Vita Excolatur

Milo hadn't been left to wait very long before the sound of someone approaching through the foliage was heard, grass shifting beneath paws and twigs and branches shifting as a weight pushed through them. He shifted his body about to present himself to the approacher—only to fall into a state of awe as a large dark-furred she-wolf emerged with keen eyes as blue as sapphires. Her coat was somewhat disheveled and messy—a sign of hard work put towards physical labor—and she seemed a little breathless, but still greeted him cordially and with repose. It took Milo a moment to snap himself out of his state of bewilderment with a shake of his head as she came closer, very nearly a half foot taller than he was, and greeted her with an enthusiastic smile. "Hello and good day, Miss Headmistress! I'm assuming Headmistress of Abaven Academy, correct? I've been looking for the school, you see, but there was some mix up with some directions I received from a rather gruff fellow, and... well..." Milo drifted off, realizing with a bout of sheepishness that he'd begun to ramble again. Earthen brown ears fell flat to his head and he cast an apologetic smile to the lady; he didn't mean to waste her time when she appeared to be so busy, so he'd cut right to the chase.

"Ahem, anyway... Allow me to introduce myself!" The eccentric wolf stood so he could take a sweeping bow with one paw held to his chest before the headmistress, his bag of trinkets and relics clattering slightly as it hung around his side and shifted. "My name is Milo Everec. I'm an archaeologist and anthropologist by trade and by passion! I've dedicated my life to the research and pursuit of study around the Lost Species. I'm something of an expert, and I wanted to come offer my knowledge and services to you and your school to help inspire young minds around ancient history and the creatures that came before us." Ah, but what sort of job interview would this be if he hadn't prepared a bit of a resume of his work to showcase? It was easy for anyone to claim to be a leading authority in a subject; it was another to demonstrate it!

Sitting back on his haunches, Milo gestured to Theory to wait for a moment while he swung his weathered messenger bag around to his front, setting it down on the grass with a clatter. He unfastened the buckles and opened it up, rummaging about for a bit before producing a long, silver, multi-pronged tool from within. "I've collected a number of relics from my time exploring the ruins of the Lost Species," he explained, offering her the relic to observe up close. "I believe this was some sort of close-range weapon the creatures used to use once upon a time. I found many of them in the ruins on the island to the south. Isn't it fascinating!" He then reached into his bag again and withdrew an old, tattered book, showing it off to the headmistress. "I stumbled upon some ancient texts in the ruins of a temple filled with these lexicons. I've slowly been teaching myself to understand the language the Lost Species used, and I think I could be close to a breakthrough! I'd love to be able to share these discoveries and knowledge with the students interested in the field—er, with your permission, of course!"

Stowing the book back in his bag, Milo looked up to the headmistress with a polite yet enthusiastic smile as his tail began to wag behind him. "So... did I get the job?" he asked with a flash of his teeth in a hopeful smile. It had been a while since he'd been a part of a collective like a pack, but given the nature of the school he'd heard of, he was eager to be a part of an institute of higher education.