The wait did not bother Shay, though he could have told you the length of time down to the second had you asked. Patience was easy for the male. He could sit for a day at a rabbit hole waiting for the prey to peek it's nose out, crouch quietly for hours waiting for pheasants to venture closer to a seemingly inanimate object. Anything less than patience was an illogical waste of energy.
Finally his single good ear twitched as it was filled with the sound of approaching pawsteps. The sound was coming from the left, where he couldn't see, so Shay twisted his head almost comically to bring his gaze into focus. "Oh, hello Roman Armada," he spoke in reply to her own introduction, his voice as always a quick near-monotone jumble, deprived of the emotional cues that give vocal inflections. "I am Shay Bearkiller. I've met your pack once before, though I don't believe you were present at the time. Oh, and also I'm here to join your pack." His single silver eye blinked at her guilelessly. He wasn't sure if there was some strange social ritual that was required by this situation - if there was he hadn't yet had the opportunity to observe the phenomena, so he could only hope that she wouldn't be somehow offended by him putting it out there so bluntly.
