Walk | Talk | Think
Rune had never anticipated his joining Valhalla to be an easy ordeal. Knowing where he was from and the association his old pack used to hold with these wolves left him somewhat at odds with the decision though there really seemed no other option to him. Tortuga might at one point not have seen eye to eye with Valhalla, and the grey and black brute himself might still have harbored doubts about his ability to adapt seamlessly, but it needed to be done. So her response, not affirmative but neither negative to the possibility of his joining, merely made him blink, already mentally steeling himself for the questions he expected to follow.
They were simple enough. The first was merely for introductory purposes, his name so that Chrysanthe had something to call him by. Again, his answer was straightforward and simple - "Rune," - though as an afterthought he was quick to add as he once had, "formerly of Tortuga." His affiliation with the place might have been worn practically into non-existence but even after all this time the place of his childhood was still important to him.
Which led to the second question that had been posed to him. Was he ready to settle here? To give up his dream of reclaiming the land of his birth to reform the pack he had once known? For so long it had been his goal, his dream, to bring to life the old spirit and ways of the old Tortuga. And now he was going to throw that all away over a girl? Expression carefully masked, he dared a sideways glance at Alamea again, pale blue eyes studying her face, her smile, her happiness, feeling it begin to slowly infect him. She might have been the color of winter but she was nothing short of sunshine and flowers and everything else that was beautiful out there. Somehow she had managed to fall for him, and he had been helpless but to do the same. He might not have been the most deserving wolf out there but he would be damned if he was not going to try his best to be. For her.
"Yes," he answered, the first statement of it directed at Alamea alone so that she knew the sincerity of his words before he allowed himself to look Chrysanthe's way again. When he spoke again his tone was resigned, coming to accept the heavy weight of the words even as they left his mouth, "My loyalty will be to Valhalla."
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