Slavery is a crime[Joining]

Dragneel didn't expect a woman to confront him. Not that he was sexist, usually males were quicker to run up to something like him. The boy was inexperienced when it came to being social, he was really well off at following orders when he wanted to. His red eyes reflected off of how large she was as well. Intimidating, if Dragneel wasn't smart, he would've guess his brother would have been torn apart by this pack if he had confronted them. Timidly his ears flicked as before he could answer, a male showed up. Dragneel didn't want to waste time, his observing of them was over as the small male gave a straight face to give his answer. "I am here to request acceptance. My name is Dragneel. Ma'm, and sir" Dragneel politely dipped his head in a greeting. Then raising it slowly, now this time he looked over the both of them. Their sturdy forms glistened in the dim light. The boys scar almost seemed like it ached in front of these two. Dragneel loved to see higher up wolves, they were like living idols to the boy.

His eye went over to Nnoitra though, he was a white male. Looking to be older, much more wise and ruthless. The attributes Dragneel could only dreamt to have had in his entire lifetime. His form was magnificent is anything. Nervously he took in a deep breath and awaited being further spoken to. Hoping, something good would come of the encounter.