Moonspear nothing like my punch drunk kiss

Well that was easy enough.

The smile returned to his lips as Amekaze settled their discussion, and invited him in and past the borders. He was now in service to her, and her family, but his questions could wait. The cold was biting into them all and he was loathed to keep everyone out in the weather unnecissarily. "I understand," he replied with a flick of his ear. He stepped close to them—finally he was a part of something larger, though the anxious flutter in his breast told him that there was still a great deal of uncertainty. Would he last? Would he mesh well? When it came to backgrounds, his was as militaristic as it got, and that had a tendancy of cooling everyone's opinion of him. Still, he was happy to at least have a base to call home for now and a leader who was worth her salt. 

Janus shook his head, "For now, no. I'd much rather thaw my feet and gather my thoughts before probing you for answers at this juncture." He admitted with a friendly wave of his tail. He glanced at Pyx again, who seemed deep in thought, but otherwise pleased with the outcome of Amekaze's judgement. She was a female he wanted to get to know better, but not now. He as content to wait until the weather cleared. She was a good soul and worth a good deal to the pack. Medics were few and far between these days; a dying art in this part of the world.

He waited patiently to be dismissed or led.