Blackfoot Forest I'm not getting any younger.

"McTavish," Aaron repeats, nodding to the man. "I am called Aaron," he replies. "I lead this pack with my wife, Amara." The man studies the visitors face as he speaks, looking for signs of mischief or deceit. When he appears to find nothing, he dips his head. "Rosings is a good pack for that," he begins, "But I warn you-- only I will have an heir in this pack-- I advise you not to test me on that."

He looks to where Minna has left for a moment, finding that her scent has lingered entirely. He canoot see her, and she makes no sound, but he knows she is near. He turns back to McTavish. "Otherwise, if accepted you would be assigned a mate later in your stay here. It is part of a tradition," he explains briefly, his tail waving behind him. 

"Regardless, what skills do you offer to Rosings?" he asks, an eyebrow quirking slightly.