Neverwinter Forest For the LOVE of – Okay

His response was vague. Somewhat. Tonravik blinked at him, and simply stated: “My wolves are not.” Succint, to the point. It needed no elaborating. So she absently sniffs the air again, deciding this was a task for another day. “We are few and strong. I seek loyalty and strength.” If he could provide those requirements, he could follow. 

They were a growing pack, now, and the wolves in her ranks she knew were strong and fierce. She sensed this one could be that, too; and it was the feral wolf in him that appealed to her, and that she sought now.