Just be sure to wear your best, we will surely make the covers

Sanctus tipped his head. "Better now that I am at the borders of what seems to be a friendly pack, miss Corbie." He told her. The man would quiet and listen to the alpha as he looked over the border. Prey animals, creatures for wool and meat."A place focusing on honest and hard work was exactly what I was looking for in a home." Sanctus returned his gaze to her. "I was trained as a mercenary alongside my brother. I might not look like much of a fighter but I can." He sighed softly

"But bloodying the soil is not the sort of life I wish to lead. I would be honored if you would take me in as a rancher of your pack and, should need ever arise, you can count on me to defend the critters and the rest of Avalon from the wicked that might want to do them harm." Sans offered a smile. "I trust you to give me a fair rank. Name's Sanctus by the way. Sanctus Bellator. But I'd thank you kindly if you just called me Sans."