Galahad was not left waiting long for the leader of the pack to come. She would approach, a powerful woman with a stunning coat ticked with silver, giving a unique look to the rest of the gray-black fur that covered her. Galahad would dip his head deep in respect to her for a moment before speaking. This was the first time he would be an official part of a pack, and he hoped to start things off on the right foot. He had hopes, yes, and dreams, but he hoped that they would all be obtainable from within Ebony. He was sure of this decision, and hoped that the gods would smile upon him for this decision to make something of his life. He wanted to serve and protect, and what better place to do that than a pack?
"Miss Katja, first, let me thank you for answering my call." Gala would lift his head, green orbs gazing into her own. There was determination there, certainty. "My name is Galahad, and I've requested your attendance to seek acceptance into your pack. I've lived much of my life as a rogue, but I feel I have decent hunting and fighting skills to offer... and I am more than ready to sharpen my skills for your use if you will have me."
"Speech"
