These Lands Are Our Lands (p1)

His smile was wide as he praised having his two sisters here, and Harmony wished to be a healer. Great! Hopefully he could borrow a healer from another pack to get her trained up, moving her quickly up the ranks. He was about to address this when a new scent crossed his nose, a strange male padding up to the little gathering. He bluntly asked who was in charge, and the young male raised his paw. "That would be me. Bass Destruction." He noted, smiling warmly at the newcomer. "Did you happen to catch what our pack is all about or would you like me to go over it again? Or better yet, you could always tell me what you are interested in." He was rather to the point, but no matter. He was simply excited to even have three wolves show up right away, even if two were his own sisters. Numbers were just that, numbers. But he had faith in the strength of his already growing pack.

Noticing that Motif had gone quiet, his golden gaze shot that way, studying her face. He knew that she would most likely need time to think, she had told him that she didn't have a need to be tied down to a pack just yet. He wouldn't push Motif, he cared for her as family first, Alpha second. He knew that it should be the other way around, but he had strong connection to his siblings, to all his family. Abaven was his family now as well. Returning his gaze back to the stranger, he awaited his speech.