Taking What I Want, Calling It My Own

The land here is strange, largely populated by wolves. Kire relies primarily on his cunning, on his wits, on his grace to get by within it. Sticking to the shadows and learning what the place has to offer is, for now, the way he operates. It was unlikely the safety of his actions would hold-- at least while he's alone.

Perhaps he's actively seeking a cause when one falls straight into his lap. A call that's distinctively not canine draws him in. A grin tugging at the corners of his pale lips, he's quick to answer. The conglomeration around the man who'd called is already looking far more friendly than any he's seen since making landfall.

"What's your cause? What's your quest?" Questioning the big man himself, Kire's words carry an excitable edge though they remain sweet. Curious, the man looks on, golden eyed and brilliant.

Kire