A mob marches to their feet
05-10-2014, 01:27 PM
The gray man would reply in what seemed to be a yes to his proposal, satisfying the rusty brujo. This could be the one wolf he truly would be close allies with, as he was brute force, while the russet man was intelligent and clever, but still strong. After pondering his words, the Swedish man would then speak once more, his thick accent covering each word. "And for what cause would you like this alliance to be for, mister Sinclair?" Perhaps it was to help with battle, perhaps it would be for support, perhaps he was taking a pack. Time could only go by so quickly, as lime gaze would set itself upon the grey male, speaking once more. "You may choose what I shall do, and I can choose what you could do in return, or would you like for this to be a friendship?" A playful grin tugged at the man's tattered inky lips as he would sit, awaiting a reply from the gray man. "Speech" |