Birthright

He had come back here in search of his sister, in search of the pack she had called home. He had met her here, on this very island, after being separated from her for years. The brute would flick his ears forward, scenting the air. The smell of wolves hung in the air, but there was something... a tad strange about their gathering. Arwel just felt as if something in the atmosphere was off. He would frown, deciding to forget the general courtesies of hollowing on the beach and venture further to where the gathering of wolves was, come what way.

Arwel's cerulean eyes would fall upon the gathering as he neared, catching quite a few wolves, as well as a horse, gathered around a white female. Ears pricked forward, he would listen just as she began her speech to those gathered, coming to sit on the outskirts of those gathered. He would listen quietly to her, feeling a sense of admiration and respect spark for her, despite this being the first time of hearing her speak.

The male would dip his head, his speech, foreign to those around, as he did not see Meili with them, would rumble. "Well spoken, ma'am. If I may be so bold to ask for a position in this pack, I would like to request such. A pack who sticks together through thick and thin, a family unbroken no matter what comes it's way, is exactly the sort I am looking for." Arwel would lift his head, cerulean orbs resting upon the wolfess.

"As for my skills, I am probably best used as a hunter, though I have knowledge of fighting, should the need arise, and I would be more than happy to take on the task of learning herblore as well, if any additional healers might be needed."