winds of change

The massive wolf addressed her. Wren glanced up briefly, but didn't directly look at him. Her blue eyes were surprised, holding a brief shock before dropping again. Basilisk spoke of her? And, hey, this must be his grandfather. Big head honcho. There was no surprise about their shared looks. Basilisk looked like almost a spitting image of his grandpa.

"Yes, my name is Wren" she finally spoke, looking directly at the ground between them "Basilisk and I are friends, and he has spoken only good words about Armada." Which wasn't surprising now that she was here, seeing his family. Of course he'd have good things to say about his family's pack.

Would she be an outsider looking in?

"I would... like to hear from you, sir, about the pack before deciding. If you have time, that is" she added without haste, trying to be as polite as possible "but yes, I have thought about joining Armada."

"Speech"