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Lucky for him, Thatch didn't have to be patient. Soon a very large dark colored male stepped from the shadow, staring down at the little devil. Thatch gave him one of his signature wicked grins as he bowed his head submissively. After a moment of his respectful gesture, he look back up to the alpha, a gleam in his amber gold eyes. Hello, I'm Thatcher. I'm looking for a pack, and this one seemed to be a good fit. With the blood markers and whatnot. So I would be honored to join your ranks. 

He tried to be as polite as his crazy little mind would let him, for at this point he was kind of desperate for a pack. He remained in his respectful posture, wanting in no way to offend the alpha.