Rough around the edges (joining)

Thistle returned the tail wag. Happy to be bolstering their ranks. Especially with the promise of youthful endeavors. If the girl stayed and made a good member, they would be well on their way to being great.

Thistle chuckled, Iota will be your rank. Come along I'll give you that tour. Thistle turned and trotted towards the innermost territory. She would show her what she could. Then return to the borders for another patrol. It was good to have new members, but the borders still needed tending.