Tell Me The Stories Of Your People

Though he was younger even than her, his scarred face and serious tone made him seem years older. A slight smile would touch her lips as he spoke, his voice just youthful enough to remind her that he could nearly be her son. "Welcome, then, Eridanus," she tested his name aloud, enjoying the way the hard syllables rolled off her tongue. His voice hinted he hadn't been born in these lands and she would tilt her head curiously as she watched him speak further. He was quite frank in what he came here seeking, and what he had to offer. She appreciated the bluntness and her smile would brighten a bit.

"We certainly are in need of warriors," she would acknowledge gently, musing over his offer. Certainly he could serve them well, as they had no true fighters beyond Athena. The rest were hardly more than yearlings, in training, and their skills had not yet been tested. The question was though, would he be interested in the type of pack that Fiori was aiming to be? "We are a pack made of mostly family," she would explain carefully. "Many of the wolves in Fiori are little older than yearlings. I intend to let the pack be run mostly by those within. I'm hoping to establish a council system that encourages discussion and runs by a vote, if decisions must be made." Her own sapphire gaze searched his face for any outward reaction. "At the core, I want to promote community and family. I have no interest in glory and fame, nor in furthering any agenda but my pack's safety and quality of life." Once, things had been so different... but now all she had left was her family, and she would protect them with every last breath. "What do you seek in a pack, Eridanus?"