The king would confirm not only what he suspected but what he was hoping as well. Einarr would flash a toothy grin at his words, a widening of his current smile. "I would not have it any other way." He knew well enough that going into a pack meant that he would serve for as long as that pack was around. Possibly for life. He was willing, he was ready. He wanted to find a greater purpose in this world. A purpose his mother sadly could not provide for him.
At the question of his interests Einarr would merely chuckle. "A fighter, Rex. Fighting, bloodshed, the more the better. To die in battle is my own personal vision of death." The young man would stretch his leg forward, his shoulder muscle popping as he did so. "Though I can be a sport and pull my weight in hunting as well. Before our pack disband my mother was the lead huntress, so I had an able teacher." Einarr would let his gaze meet with Valentine's own.