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Embry smiled politely at the approach of the female, chuckle fading into a gutteral grunt in awknowledgement to Aduin's former joke. He had quickly taken a liking to Aduin, who's good-natured friendliness had yet to succumb to the brutal clutches of superiority. Many packs, as Embry knew all too well, were rigid in the face of strict policy and merciless enhancement. So, it was with these thoughts in mind, that Embry soon found himself equally as delighted to meet Brandy. "Hello!" His voice was soft and articulated, traits he had subconciously formed through many years working alongside fellow wolves with similar attributes. It wasn't as much an accent as a habit he had unknowingly enforced.

     "We were just forming plans for future delictum." He laughed, visibly reclining on his haunches with a relaxed sigh. "You know, scaring the daylights outta the sleepers at camp. Nothing too abrasive. " Embry's bright blonde fur, shocked with sparse highlights of brown at the cusps of his tail and ears, betrayed his youth from the small illusion of maturity he deliberately attempted to convey. It was in his nature to try and subconsiously impress his superiors, even if only to gain the slightest chance of advancing in the ranks. Anything really would suffice, anything except the bottom of the tier. He could serve no better there than he could on the outskirts. Nonetheless, he kept his mood light and friendly. He didn't want to drag the superiors into business - certainly not now that they had reached a nice ice-breaker.