His eyes quickly sparked at the sound of the wolf's deep laugh, and Silvermane smirked lightly, with his head still looking towards the ground, he listened intently to the male and his voice. His mind was foggy, and He knew the same statement from other packs, never very giving, are they? he thought as he heard the words 'Hard Work, Loyalty, and Pledging Allegiance' But he still kept quiet, until the final words left the Wolf's mouth. "Of course, I wouldnt expect that I would be given these benefits for free" He said again, his body still bowing down, as the aching across his spine and ribs just burned once more, and one thought just flushed into his head.. He shook it aside, He will be loyal, atleast until the day that he will have to leave. "I swear, I will labor and fight until I either earn your trust, or break trying., he said, and meant it, Silvermane's ears were laid back and his tail was still swishing, but very low, and his eyes were sad, but he moved his body so that he was trying to make himself smaller than the 'Praetor' of the Pack but still seem large despite his surroundings.

Silvermane himself was very large, usually only used his hulking mass to beat in a fight, and never was very fond of stealth. His long mane always stood out through any weather, yet the fog and blood dimmed it out. He would certainly not be able to show the wolf his full strength today, but one day, he might be able to show he was not a dying giant, but that he could be of use "I promise you, Im not always half dead..." he pointed out, his left rib swelling. Silvermane was naturally an aggressive person, but since his arrival in teekon wilds, he found other ways to get rid of the anger, one of them, being medicinal highs, which was one of the reasons he was still alive right now, why he was not as keen as he usually was, and why his body was not in as much pain as it should be. His tongue started to get heavier, he shouldnt have taken the poppy seeds before arriving, but he still managed to stay bright. "f you intend to kill me.. do so now" he said, "Id rather die half-stoned than by slowly bleeding to death out here" he continued, but his blood grew more stronger to the intoxicants. He was not as high as he couldve been

Silvermane was very cautious of the wolf's words, he knew what some wolves did to him, trick him, and he listened to him slowly, Silvermane was also aware that his very bad health would prevent him from doing anywork for the next few days, and that he would have time to think of how he would be a part of this place, until he could set off again. "The Pledge, what will happen to me if I break it? This is no river styx we are speaking of.. no? " he said. Silvermane didnt believe in gods or oaths, but he was agnostic, and he would not want to test his luck. His mother, a wolf from Italy, taught him some of the roman's beliefs, and how some were killed because they did not believe in the Roman Gods.

Silvermane shrugged as the 'Praetor' spoke of Silvermane's life, holding back the pain in his shoulders, he tried to play it off casually, but still formal underneath the wolf's supervision. "There is a difference between a regular injured wolf and me, your not going to hell because of my death.. Or what do you call it in Latin?.." he spoke, trying to remember Wait, Now I remember, Hados... no... Hades! Yeah, Hades! he barked happily, but quickly regained his mature form, he stood back up on his all fours, and asked politely Do not mind what I said earlier, when will I have to pledge? he said more offically, trying to sound less slacked than he really was. " I really would not like to wait longer... the bleeding feels to be more painful than before.." hoping that the 'Praetor' would soon get a healer to treat him.. and so that Silvermane could get a view of their supplies. He was hoping to see if they had stocked up on either Morning Glory seeds, if he was lucky maybe some Nutmeg, but most of all he was hoping they had Nightshade, this would be useful, but he wouldnt have to think about that now..

Wow, Romans are assholes he thought jokingly to himself as he heard the extremely harsh conditions that the wolf was speaking, burning in a river and cursed by a planet... They where wierd... and Silvermane was not used to the wierd. Do I have to make the Pledge now? he thought, thinking to himself what to do. The 'Praetor' did say that as soon as he has pledged he could be treated, and that was probably the only thing that he was looking forward to . "I pledge your allegiance to you, I swear on the rivers of the underworld and the gods of Olympus that I will remain loyal to you and this pack, Nock-tie-si-dor Bypass. That I will my pack's wellbeing before myself and that I will sacrifice my life to save a fellow packmate if he would do the same for us. And that I will not be swayed to other's cause and never to betray you, he said, before quietly adding [size=xx-small] until the end of the winter, where I shall leave [/size] In a hushed tone, bearly audible, but still part of the pledge.

Silvermane darted his eyes at the wolfs body, not directly at his eyes, and for a fraction of a second despised him, before once again remembering that he was going to have to think ordinarly, the time that he could despise all of them would be once he got back home, and slaughtered every wolf in this stupid valley. But now was no time for hatred, now was for rejoice. He was going to get into this pack, and he was going to get help... for now.