Will you stand with us?

Their personality is different, but that is what Beauregard finds nice about Wrecker. While the wolves of Ethne were kind, their mindset was mostly that of a family, and perhaps that is another reason why Beauregard longed for this pack. To continue to build on their vision of different ideals. Dagrun, for example, had been interesting in that regard… and perhaps, if he had gotten to know Fenix more, he’d have found something different as well. With ears perked forward he listened to Wrecker speak, giving a small nod. Someone born outside of Boreas, just as he had been. But they were of a noble lineage, one with more rules. At their pause, Beau chimed in softly. “I like to think a wolf makes more of themselves than a title they have, or don't have, at birth anyway.” He certainly hadn’t held any fancy rank. At best his grandfather was known as one of the best fighters in their pack, but that was about it.

As Wrecker continued, Beauregard took interest and noticed their mention of running between lands. “Eyes and ears away from the pack when I need to take care of things at home would be greatly appreciated. Being among the Vax would likely suit you. A Vaxallius is a combination rank for our scouts and messengers, with a lot of freedom to explore the lands of Boreas and Auster. Taking note of places with certain resources, getting news through the grapevine of important events, such things are key to a pack’s survival.” Beauregard’s eyes sparkled as he spoke, revealing his passion for such things. “Leatherworking is also a phenomenal skill, something you would be welcome to work on at your leisure. We… we would be honored to have you among us as our first Vaxallius, Wrecker.” The man felt his heart fluttering in his chest with excitement.

Norad was, and would remain a small pack for some time. But the future looked bright.

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