A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

FitzDutiful was patrolling on this dark day. The skies were overcast, threatening rain and he wasn't looking forward to a summer downpour - he hoped it wouldn't turn into a summer storm. A howl infiltrated the air and he cocked his head to one side. A request for shelter mayhap? Today was a good day for that for he was beginning to think about recruiting again. His last drive had been successful and now it was seeming to become time for another - just on the off-chance that some wolves left. Replying that he would be there shortly, FitzDutiful resumed his patrol and let the natural contours of his land lead him to the newcomer.

A female was waiting for him, looking exhausted and his heart went out to her. However, he was no longer the wolf desperate for members that he had once been. He couldn't afford to be picky but he could certainly afford to turn away those he deemed unworthy of the Silvertip family. Looking her over, FitzDutiful let first impressions guide him. She was a wolf in need of a home, having been in a fight it appeared from the wound on her neck, and a scar on her nose showing it wasn't the first and giving him an indication that it wouldn't be the last. He could use those that would defend his land. No one in his pack had a warrior trade.

"How can I help you?" he requested of her, wondering if the female would turn the fact she was laying down into submission or come to her feet and provide the minimum requirement. FitzDutiful wasn't one to demand servitude but he wouldn't stand for a lack of respect - and his stance left no doubt he was the one she had called for.