Looking at the laughing wolf made him blush a little, but he soon resigned to his formal state. "What a beautiful name, Song. As for my reasoning, I am only a mere wolf of lands beyond these. My only wish is to join your pack by the name of Lucidael. What luck I have to be found by the Oracle of these beautiful lands; the word of this pack has been spread through the loners of the forests. I thought since my last pack burned in a horrible forest fire, you would hear my reasonings. Please allow me to enter your pack as a member." He replied to the fae's reasonable question. Delicate paws trodden on dark earth, imprinting paw prints on the soil. Rane moved his way out of the cold bare stone to the warm welcoming dirt that lay before him. He was beware of Song's relaxed tone, so he decided to let his haunches roll as he sat down on the warm soil. A tassel of fur moved slightly as he sighed and let his tail wrap around two grey paws. Song seemed nice, but he still pondered on who the other wolves of Lucidael were. What position if I get accepted would I take? What if I don't get accepted? What would I do then? Realizing he was thinking too hard, he let his gaze stray to the falls behind Song. This land, as he spoke earlier, was indeed beautiful. If he did get accepted, he would be ecstatic. Only the word this fae spoke next would determine. Looking back to the ivory wolf, he awaited her answer patiently.
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