Hideaway Strath If the stars are falling down

Upon his words reaching her ears, embarassment flooded the woman's features. He raised a brow in amusement as she gathered her wits about her and finally spoke. So she did want to join a pack. He nodded to her slowly, scanning her over. Zaavier was about to give her his name when he halted. No, no names just yet, he had to be more cautious. He realized days after recruiting his three followers that he may have been too friendly. Sure, he succeeded in gaining fine and trustworthy wolves, but they could have had ill intentions, and that was what worried him. Now, this woman before him, who had been laughing up at the clouds just seconds before was probably just a loner looking for a home, but the brute could never be too sure.

"We are a fledgling pack, looking to make our presence known to the world," he told her carefully. "I am the leader or Alpha of the crew." He decided to leave it at that for now, waiting to gauge her reaction from this.