Special Delivery

Bellamy hadn't kept him waiting long, and the boy was grateful for it. He offered a polite smile as she neared, trying to clear his more typical resting bitch face. It was tight but polite, much like the rest of the boy. Dread was still pretty new to this, but it was probably a good first assignment for that. A pack that they were forging a relationship with, but there was no standing animosity. "It's nice to meet you, Bellamy. I'm Dread Fatalis." Saying his own name aloud feels weird, but that's something he'd get over in time. If one thing is certain, the yearling is trying his absolute best. That had to count for something, right?

Not far behind her, a girl. Far shorter than Dread, but her introduction comes with just as much confidence. Close to him in age, if he had to guess, and Ethne's named heir. "It's nice to meet you, Haydée. I'm Dread." And again, he smiles. She was warm, something the boy could appreciate. Heck, she seemed super genuine, and had a confidence that he was happy to try and emulate.

His attention turned back to Bellamy, offering the wrapped parcel to her. "The dagger you ordered," he presents the package, hilt end toward Ethne's alpha. Careful in every movement he makes, every word he speaks. Beginning to relax to a degree-- he could do this.

"Dread Fatalis"