Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

Once Wildfire begins speaking, her gaze turns to the new wolf. Lucia. She’s given the run down, the basic necessities to join and what her skills might be. There isn’t much one needs to become a member of Sleeping Dragon, as long as they are able to contribute and remain loyal—something most of her wolves have accomplished with a few sparse in between—and so Thuringwethil nods her head once the ambassador finishes speaking. Lucia speaks up then and she nods a second time in her own silent greeting.

“Drageda thrives on the contribution of our own and your rank depends on your primary skill set. As long as you contribute, and you are loyal, I don’t think you’ll have a problem fitting in,” she says, glancing to Wildfire since she’d done most of the questioning but her opinion is often cemented early in meeting another. The stranger at her borders is polite and spoken of her skills. “You won’t get a rank right away,” she says, turning back to Lucia as if she were going to finalize everything Wildfire put her hard work into. “Once you’ve proven to us you can do what you say, you’ll be rewarded, and if not—” she pauses, flicking an ear, “it won’t be a problem, will it?”