Ravensblood Forest Shadows in the Dark

Ayvo regarded the male’s words carefully. If he were to join the Ridge he would be in close contact with Ragnar at all times, this could pave paths for friendships. While on the other hand if Ayvo at least attempted to recruit other members to Ragnar’s pack, if it ever did arrange itself into a form, he would be a hero. Recruiting other wolves into his brain child of a pack would surely secure Ayvo a high spot on Ragnar’s list.
Ragnar spoke of things he stood for: his culture, religion, fairness and survival. The young wolf did not have a religion; no gods would rule his life, nor his death. He respected the male’s beliefs and left that part of his answer alone. As far as Ayvo was concerned nearly everything the macho male spoke of matched up with his ideas. ”I will roam around this area until I find a pack to connect with. Once I am in a new pack I will look for honest and loyal members. If you’re still intent on forming the pack then I will try my finest to get them to junction with us. I will always be just a call away. What you stand for is something I also wish to fight for…survival.” Ayvo alleged with pride motivating his speech.