Emberwood Total Eclipse

Quite the stroke of luck that she'd managed to stumble across the very leader of this pack, and his amiable extension of an offer only furthered the ghost of a smile to begin tearing at the corners of her maw.

Pack of assholes? A part of her hoped she wasn't about to get more than she'd bargained for, and yet another part battled against that very thought, exicited, anticipatory at the element of the unknown.

..Aha.. It can't exactly be much worse than where I'm coming from. She chides, flicking an ear. I'm not entirely sure where I sit on the asshole meter, but I can certainly be of some use- I'm fairly well-rounded in my skillset. Contribution might do something to ah- squash my boredom. 

Nanou would rise from her seat, serpentine tail flicking the dirt and dust from her haunches; she'd drift ever closer, a confident air in the step of one carried by stilt-like limbs. ..If you'd have me, that is.

She'd look on through a studying gaze at the man draped in a blanket of obsidian, not dissimilar from her own; Akavir, of Swiftcurrent Creek, a name now committed to her memory, though she continued to know little of him beyond that, nor of his pack beyond his intruiging introduction; one that beheld a mere glimpse into what she was walking into. 

She hoped this wasn't a mistake, and yet, she walked into it with her head held high; for if it was, she'd simply add it to the list of those which came before.