Let me in, unlock the door

Slowly she curled up where she lay on the tattered seat of the strange machine, piercing blue gaze fixated on Iowerth still. Epiphron quietly appreciated his solemn demeanor. The last thing Seracia needed in the midst of a potential war was a wolf who could not contain their emotions; even positive ones that were displayed too frequently could get irritating.

"Not a problem," she said with a smile, dipping her head down slowly. Respectfully he requested a final question. He wanted to know about the pack ranks and his own responsibilities. "For now you will be ranked as a Clergy," she started. "Essentially a basic member. All we ask if that you help keep an eye on other, particularly children, and alert us is anything is amiss. Once you make yourself and your loyalty known here, you will become an Esquire. Above that, there are Barons and Baronesses, who can generally enforce rules if need be. Even higher, Counts and Contessas are even more powerful. Once you have been in Seracia for some time, you can even rise beyond these." She would arch her back as she slid upright, nodding at him again. "There have been rumors of one of our allies being threatened, and we know little of the pack who is stirring up trouble. They are called Glaciem. All I ask of you is that you help keep our wolves safe, rather than endanger them." And she was certain he would do just that. With a graceful leap to the ground she would bid him farewell, slipping from the safety of the barn and leaving him to explore as he pleased.