Lets make a deal

There was still much healing to be done to the once great band leader. He was a leader no more, and most days his worth was put into question. But not when he was beside Aslatiel. The time they spent together helped to heal many of the wounds and fractures he harbored. Being so close to Arc and Tira helped ground him. He’d never forget that important piece of his life he was missing, but being there for his niece and nephew helped him recover his senses. Already he was emotionally recovering, he was no longer a blubbering mess. He wasn’t so sorry for himself. Indigo was a man again, not the ghost in a shell he had been.

As the two young wolves wandered off Indigo was left alone with Aslatiel, a time he cherished always. After thinking he’d lost her completely a lot of his priorities changed. He’d seen a lot of hardship to get him to be at her side right now. Before there could be any true enjoyment Indigo’s blue eyes were brought up to the presence of a stranger. Surprise crossed his features as he looked her over. She shared his coat color, but that was where similarities ended. Indigo was still the sweet man he always had been, but the sorrow had overwhelmed that part of him. Now he could show it again, and he would as the pregnant she wolf approached. She could obviously hold her own, everything about her screamed power.

Manea, as she introduced herself, told them about leading the pack nearby, but even more curiously that she was looking for fighters in her pack. Indy nodded when Aslatiel spoke up first and introduced the both of them. She questioned the alphess as she looked up to him. Indigo had never had any plan of joining a pack again. He didn’t have it in him to pledge to another’s cause. But he would follow Aslatiel wherever she wished, and being part of a pack would help them get through the winter with a bit more ease. But she seemed to care more about their prowess than who they were, would it matter when you were recruited based on your strength?

"Warriors to conquer, or defend what’s yours?” He followed, much more soft spoken than his bulk would suggest, but with a voice as deep as his massive chest.

"Speech"