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Ashmedai dared to raise his head, just a little, mostly because he had a neck cramp but also because he wanted to be able to speak better. He moved back a few paces just to show he meant no disrespect and flattened his ears more. He was then assaulted by a barrage of questions - quite normal, he supposed though he had little to no experience in pack politics. Hunting and fighting was crucial to a pack so obviously all wolves should have that ingrained into their minds, but since Ashmedai had specialised in them both, he could safely say that on the Alpha's scale, he was around a seven. 

A small, genuine smile made his lips quirk up, and even in the rain, Ashmedai looked strangely happy. Perhaps it was because he knew he was good in those skills, dared to call himself excellent, even. It had been his passion in his younger days and experience coupled with age and power lent him his abilities. "Indeed, sir," the male agreed, a tiny twinkle gleaming in the depths of his steel blue eyes. "An eight, for hunting. I was a hunter in my old pack, sir."

"And a six for fighting. We did not see many battles, so I could only practice while sparring. I cannot accurately gauge my skill here." Was he going to be kicked out? The male's tone seemed to hinge more on the fighting part, although Ashmedai couldn't be sure if it did, or if it was merely a figment of his imagination. "I've been in only one pack, sir, and I stayed there much of my life. We dispersed and that was because there was a larger pack coming. We did not want to unnecessarily lose lives, especially when we knew that they far outnumbered us."

His voice was strong, slightly proud even if his pack seemed cowardly. For them, the first priority was the life of the pack and its wolves. Fighting would have annihilated them all, no matter how good their warriors were. Running meant that they could preserve those precious, precious lives, and perhaps one day come back into a pack again. "We could not fight - there were lives of children at stake." That too, was true. His brother's children were mere puppies - they would have died at once.

"I am looking for a place to grow stronger, somewhere I can serve with my talents, somewhere to further my skills." Daring once more to lift up his head, Ashmedai lifted his eyes up - still not meeting with the Alpha's, but at least fixated somewhere around his neck and asked in return, "What are you looking for in a recruit, if I may be so bold to ask?"