come and play with the misfits

Wren's introduction had him looking at the young pale wolf next. It sounded as if Wren was angling for her to enter a rank of diplomacy. He eyed the silver wolf with interest, and perhaps just a dash of wistfulness as well. Another time, another world, and that would have been his rank. He still held an interest in the duty, and he wondered if she wouldn't be opposed to him tagging along every now and then. Another set of fangs in the predator-riddled world, or company on the long treks across the continent.

Once Wren had finished introducing him to her, he dipped his head towards her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sybil" he said, offering her a warm smile. He tilted his paw in the direction of his head then. “If you're open to the idea, perhaps we could pick each other's brains later?" He suggested, since Wren had already spoken of his experience. It would be a good chance to get to know his pack mate, and swap what they knew of the packs in this world.

Keahi ambled over, and joined the conversation, bringing to the table her own shiny new position as diplomat. His grin widened, and he leaned over to pat a paw to her shoulder. “Congratulations, Keahi. I’ll bring you over a drink later” he promised, so they could celebrate her success.


"Speech"