Change of Pace

Her name came out in a punctured statement, her accent making it sound like some kind of delicacy. It was quite the pawful of letters, but it made her accent come out clean and clear. It made him interested in its origins, but kept his thoughts to himself. Even when she caught her staring she just smiled at him, seeming to tell him that it was okay. He was sure that with marks like that, she most likely caught many wolves attention, males and females alike. They were unlike anything he had seen before, he couldn't help but let his golden eyes study them. So intricate, like a maze on her flanks.

The female picked up on his strange rank, and he gave off a soft laugh. He kept forgetting that his ranks were in a language that most didn't understand. "Azat is the alpha rank, I am the leader of Abaven. As for interesting... we are a pack of mercenaries. My guards are able to be let out to other packs, in return for a favor of course." He said with a chuckle. Yes, his pack was different indeed, not many operated like his did. It was what made him start the pack, that little thought in the back of is mind. That is all it took for the idea to sprout and for his pack to take flight.