The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

His ears shifted to curve towards the male, listening intently. He hadn't wanted to disturb anyone during the night. Fair enough. He wasn't trying to be too sneaky nor was he wanting to set the pack on edge. A ghost of a smile grew on his face and Castiel nodded, listening to his name and retaining it. Flaris. It wasn't one he'd heard before but then, everyone in Poughkeepsie had an unusual name. "Castiel," He offered evenly. He rarely had anyone who he considered close enough to call him Cas - Winchester might, but, it would depend on how the male felt.

"Donnelaith is the pack you have come upon, a place respectful to it's wolves and their passions." He explained. "And what, Flaris, are yours?" He asked curiously, wondering more about the male and his intentions.