Greatwater Lake Lazy Grace

Majesty breathed a sigh of relief when the male finally agreed to help him and become a member of his pack. "Thank you, friend," he said. "You've no idea what this means to me." He smiled back when Beric gave him a grin. "Now, I'll tell you a little bit more about the pack itself."

He sat up a little straighter and got comfortable. "So far, we have…" He counted in his head for a moment, "five members who have agreed to join - including the two of us. Three are male, two are female. And they are all good wolves - ones you can trust. One of the females, Tyrande Nightshade, is a healer, who also has some interest in becoming an outrider. The other female isn't sure what she wants to be, but she says she's up to try anything. I am planning to become a chronicler, a healer, and a naturalist. And the other male, Silvermane, wants to become an outrider, also, though he'd probably make a good warden, as well."

Majesty paused. He knew he had just spoken quite a mouthful, and took a moment to untangle his thoughts. "That leaves only you. If I let you join the ranks of my pack, what skills will you bring? You seem tough. Muscular. You would make a good warden and/or warrior. Do these titles befit you?"