Phoenix Maplewood A New Territory

“Spring,” he repeats. A word often used for weather, time of year, and in some instances aging. His face eases up into half a smile as he thinks about the innocent confusion it would cause.  “I’m Ukko. This is Phoenix Maplewood,” he explains. A pack, despite his difficulties, he puts his life into and second guess his choices.  Even when unsure of himself, he can’t go against the things he’s supposed to do.  Spring corrected her mistake and seemed to be good at a few things, things to benefit the pack. A second healer wouldn’t hurt, especially with as much damage that has been done lately.

The boy swings his head around, expecting Reek or Saena to pop up behind him but, for the moment, it’s silent.  

“You will work to prove yourself. You mentioned healing and fight,” he decides to bring himself back, two trades he himself is working toward. They’d been set on the back burner for the time being while he gathers himself as a leader. “I expect to see you master these trades in return,” he adds his conditions upon acceptance and raises a brow to see if she’d accept the terms.