Home Sweet Home?

"Practice?" Arion smirked. "Who needs practice?" As far as he was concerned, these wardening and questioning things needed no practice, they came to him naturally and besides, he wasn't entirely clueless to how these mundane things worked. He had once been the heir to the throne, and his father had done all he could to make sure the stallion was prepared for it. At least all the time wasted to dedicate himself to those boring lessons would pay off now; Janus would be glad to hear that.

"Nice? There aren't any nice warriors around," Arion snorted and turned his attention back on the wannabe Rise wolf, just in time to catch the remark he made about needing to talk to the 'one that was not in charge'. Well, Ryker hadn't technically said all that, but the Greek could guess. Thankfully, Arion decided not to comment on that, because if he had to comment on all the idiotic things everyone did, his whole life would be wasted and he would still be ticking things off his 'idiot' list even in death.

The chocolate stallion fell silent as the boy began speaking, saying that he was here because he needed a pack to teach him the information he did not know, that he had grown up alone and learnt all he can but would apparently, feel better off with a bunch of other wolves. "What you're describing right now, is instinct," that wasn't really necessary but the warrior felt the need to point that out.

"You should be sorry," the chocolate wolf said but dipped his snout ever so slightly to indicate 'apology accepted.' Then he began questioning the guy, "What are your strengths? What can you do? What are your skills? What would we, the pack, benefit from having you in our ranks?" Those were the things Ryker had not talked about yet, and obviously there was many more he could say to make sure his application got accepted but those things Arion listed were a 'need to be answered to get accepted' kind of thing.