Moonspear Kindred spirit, restless feet

The snowed figure kept his regal posture, and Aurelius found his shoulders slipping to a lowered stance as submission kicked in. Though a wolf of ample ability, the man was well accustomed to heading a low role in society. This did not disclose the pact that he had ambitions, yet that side of him was slumbering for the time being.

"It seems a strong guild," he mused, "The crags remind me of home too." The anonymous leader seemed of good size, strong and healthy despite the winter foreshadowed. There'd be no doubt hard times were coming, and the man himself hoped they wouldn't suffer as strongly as others. "I believe I can help see your comrades through the cold season..." He left the statement open, in case a name were to be suggested from one of the two uppers.