Will you stand with us?

Sure, sure, the lady-wolf had died, but Wrecker's pragmatic and self-centered worldview moved past that fairly quickly. As far as they were concerned, the true danger had been to themselves, anyways. "Awh, what? It's alright, if I get swept out I'll grow fins and swim back." There, a joke, accompanied by a daring wink, a twitch of the tail. Wrecker wasn't afraid of danger, see? They were confident, self-aware, self assured.

These things mattered.

"Oh, you broke off from another pack, huh?" Ears swiveled. Wrecker took keen interest in that. Ethne. Alright. They added that, quietly, to a list-- Ethne was good, so Wrecker was going to zoom on over there and check them out as soon as possible. Better to get a lay of the land that way. They wanted to make sure they smelled properly of Norad, first, though. Wouldn't do to rush over and be mistaken for a liar, after all. "I'll pay a visit to Ethne-- just to see them, let them know I'll probably be a frequent visitor, what with the Vax job and all..." But Beauregard spoke of his mates, and Wrecker's head tilted. Not in confusion, but in curiosity.

They nodded. "Well, alright! I guess I'll just have to get to know each one, eh?" Not a problem for them. Wrecker was social enough, amicable enough, that they didn't mind the task at all... and at least they had their pick of the dens! That was promising.