at first, he did not understand what the other asked; it had never been a practice of his to line out his attributes, and the inquiry was vague enough to imply that these were not needed. siku had not wanted him for what he had brought; she had desired him for what he was, her devoted slave. he had brought nothing, but he had gained much.
myself, he answered simply. he could hunt as well as any other, track, fraternize. and the devil would know this, simply by way of his species and his physique. i bring myself, and the willingness to learn what it is you require of me, what my place among your wolves should be. he raised his eyes as he spoke, meeting the dark male's only briefly before fixing on a more suitable point beyond the other's shoulder. and i was not in search of a pack. yours has the fragrance of strength. what more would i look for?