While some members had disappeared from the pack soon after their acceptance, the hybrid Captain was feeling confident in the remaining crew. He knew that the initial start-up of a pack would be temperamental while ironing out the kinks, but as the days passed he felt as though Neverwinter was (slowly) growing stronger. The former rogue, who had detested the idea of packs, was now growing accustom to his new lifestyle – he still longed to be wandering freely, without the restraints of a pack, but pack-life was going better than he had anticipated. However, that was only because he was at the top of the pack, not stuck in the middle or at the bottom. He would never willingly join a pack, but creating one was different. Styx Constantin was able to make his own rules and accept those he thought might be useful among his ranks.

It was strange for the former nomad to actually care about others – since separating from his family the hybrid’s only concern had been himself, and he had intended on keeping it that way until crossing paths with the strange, silver-eyed female. She had somehow managed to convince him that creating his own pack would be beneficial to him, rather than having to deal with the politics that came with joining a pack. At least by creating a pack he was capable of creating his own rules and not having to follow anything he didn’t believe in. Styx thought it was strange that wolves actually wanted to join his pack and be part of the pirate influenced structure. The pirate leadership ranks and co-ranks were Styx’s way of maintaining the rouge lifestyle he had been so fond of – although they lived together, pirates were the rogues/nomads of the sea, doing what they pleased while still working together. And that’s how the charcoal hybrid saw Neverwinter – as long as the Crew respected the rules in placed and did not step out of line, Styx was rather lenient with what they did.

Styx really wasn’t good at this whole ‘being formal’ thing, nor did he like dragging conversations on – but both were required when meeting potential candidates for his pack. There were already two wolves who had come and quickly departed; the Captain wanted to make sure that did not happen again. There needed to be loyalty from his members or else the pirate pack would eventually fall apart – and Styx would not stand for that. He had given up his life as a rogue to be the leader of a pack and he would not accept failure as an option. Being a loner was easy – it was something he was exceptionally good at – and now the coywolf needed to master being part of a pack. However, for the nomad the only way he could be part of a pack was to be at the top. There was no other way.

There was always a flicker of worry when introducing Neverwinter to a potential member – after he was finished there was always the possibility that the wolf standing on the border could change their mind and seek refuge elsewhere. He could do his best at explaining the pack’s beliefs and the ground rules, but it was ultimately the loner’s decision, which was what worried the Alpha more. The slender hybrid was wary himself, as he only wanted the best for his pack and didn’t want to accept wolves that would end up vanishing in a few weeks. The disappearing act was a stunt that the spider-legged Captain would pull if he had ever attempted to join a pack, so he wasn’t too angry with the members that had left without a word. Some, like himself, were meant to be alone; however, the seafoam-eyed yearling was struggling to make the shift from angsty nomad to dedicated leader.