Silence

The grey man ate the bird and, rather than being repulsed by the action, Asla's maw split in a grin. She wouldn't have eaten the bird because she wasn't a fan of feathers in her mouth, but the avian meant nothing to her. Big or small, young or old, lesser animals were food if caught and this one had definitely been caught.

A response was given and a soft chuckle rumbled in the fae's throat. "It very much matters what you have to offer." She quite enjoyed the back and forth banter, but they would have to eventually get somewhere. The man would have to give. That was how it worked when one joined a pack. The alpha always had the last word.

"Valta could need healers, we could need hunters, but it wouldn't mean a thing if you didn't possess those skills." Asla's gaze cut a little harder, though she was still in a good natured mood. "So I ask again, what do you have to offer Valta?" He was getting off on the wrong paw. Afterall, he hadn't even offered his name.

"Asla Indarra"