Moonspear papercut

In truth, Amekaze hadn't really asked a whole lot of questions. It was Janus who'd been forthcoming from the start, but who was to say he was even telling the truth? He was, of course, but he'd omitted the parts that did not look so favorably on himself. He was a soldier; he needed a home; he could follow orders—that's all they really needed to know. Charon seemed a friendly, if a no bullshit, kind of guy. Relaxed enough around his pack, but the scars were telling of a hidden depth to the man. 

Janus cupped his ears and smiled, "Aye, very thorough. Made sure I didn't have any bandits waiting in the wings, or poison tucked behind my ear." It was clearly a joke, but he hoped the gray-flecked Alpha could appreciate it all the same. The offer was tempting. Learning about the territory alongside the one who'd claimed it in the first place was an oppertunity far too good to pass up. Plus, if it got him further into the leadership's good graces, he could cement himself into the ranks and worry less about committing a fatal faux pas. "Certainly!" He chirped.