Cedar Sweep Plus One

      Nico observed the stranger through inquisitive green eyes, noting the scars marring the other wolf's face. Across the wolf's right eye were three gashes, which probably meant he was half blind as well as the fact that his right ear was ripped in half. He was large and robust, reminding the Northerner of mean bullies back at home and he resisted the urge to smirk, but concentrated on analysing the stranger. Tall, strong, muscled and scarred. A warrior of strength, perhaps, but weaker now, given the blind eye, if Nico had deduced correctly. If it came down to it, he was pretty sure he could take advantage of the blindness and win the fight, but only if it came down to it.

      He watched carefully as the man grinned and replied, saying that he was just out for a stroll, seeing if anyone was in need of a home. Nico canted his head slightly, a slow smile teasing his lips. The stranger's wording was of no mistake, it was intentional, and the deWinter would be lying if he said he wasn't curious. But he didn't speak, instead, waited for the male to finish speaking. And soon enough, his thoughts were proven to be true as the rugged male introduced himself as 'King' of a pack that resided in Golden Glade called the Royal Fire Court.

      "I'll be lying if I said I wasn't interested," Nico said, fierce green eyes fixed on Charley. "Although I would prefer if it was called Royal Fire Army and you were the Commander, but I guess beggars can't be choosers," the soldier smiled then, an indication that if anything, he was joking. He straightened up, and lowered his head politely, "You said you were out for an evening stroll, seeing if anyone was in need of a home. Well, Mr Pryor, it appears you've found what you're looking for." He paused, his gaze steadfast, "The name's Nicolas deWinter, former soldier, Commander and Alpha." Then the deWinter grinned, "but you can call me Nico."