Tyrande flicked her ears up curiously at the howl. After a few moments of thought, she left her working station, still caked in clay, to find Majesty.
The wolf was a black comet, with the power of an outrider. She would very well be one if she had to, but at the moment, her physique was not needed.
As she came upon the male, she seemed to morph out of the shadows that cloaked her, her head title curiously, silent.
finals. Finals everywhere
She tilted her head further in a puppyish form.
I am ready and willing to make a pack with you, Majesty. I feel my heart lies elsewhere, though Jinx's pack, I feel will grow strong, is not for my tastes. However, you must promise me that I will be left to my studies when I can.
Aww… I know that pain! I had it a week ago! Let's try to drag this out a little, though, because it won't count unless it's at least 10 posts in length.
Majesty breathed a sigh of relief when the word yes exited Tyrande's mouth. He wanted to sag to the floor in relief, but he did not. He had to continue. He gave the female a look of determination. In a strong voice, he continued.
"Since you have said yes, Tyrande Nightshade, I must ask you: If I brought you into my pack, what skills would you bring with you? I am guessing Healing of a sort, since you are a toxicologist. Am I correct? Are there any other skills you might bring? Any other positions you might want to hold?"
She listened thoughtfully before answering.
It is true I am known for my understanding of plants, but what I am also partially known for is my abilities in stealth. I can run much faster than brutes such as you-no offense intended- and my dark fur helps me hide in the shadows. I can be a information-gatherer, an assassin, an outrider... You name anything that has to do with stealth, and I shall provide.