Redhawk Caldera let's begin again and wipe the dust stains off the shelf

His answer didn't impress the Alpha, though Peregrine supposed he appreciated the honesty. He shifted his weight, considering what to ask next. He wasn't ready to usher Ashmedia into his ranks, just like that. He was a perfect stranger and the Alphas had four small puppies. Judging by the twinkle in Finley's eye when meeting the latest Firebirds, there would be even more pups on the horizon too. They couldn't afford to take in strangers off the street, not without vetting them pretty thoroughly first.

"You say you can hunt and fight. On a scale of one to ten—one being godawful and ten being bad ass mother fucker—how would you rate yourself for each skill? Did you pick them up in your previous pack? Packs?" There was an unspoken question there but just in case Ashmedai wasn't picking up what he was lying down, Peregrine clarified, "Have you been part of many packs in the past? Why did you leave? What are you looking for, aside from a home?"