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He was pleased at the no nonsense approach -- no sooner did he straggle in did the ivory she-wolf who had first met him at the borders launch in to the reasoning of having them join her. While he had assumed the female held title by the simple air of presence, the knowledge of her rank was fully given, and his eyes gleamed back to the other male, noting he had yet to meet him.

Silence drifted over the group as their leaders spoke, and while Scimitar was intrigued by the presence of others around him, his attention remained rapt upon the two who demanded it -- maintaining a respectful posture as well. As the one called Njal subsided in speech, one ear flickered to the pale she-wolf known as Sky, offering to aide her along her scouting mission. With a quiet dip of his creamy muzzle, the cinnamon male would arw attention to himself with a gentle chuff. "I too will offer my services to accompany you, miss," he murmured in turn, uncertain what she desired to be called.

His eyes skimmed the others then, waiting to see what else would be spoken. In time he would also seek out Njal and take him up on his offer -- a friendly spar to shed the rust of his fighting skills would certainly be welcome.