Noctisardor Bypass The Ire of a Frost Tinged Rose (Pack Tryout)

Cry watched as a snow sheathed woman made her way not only gracefully to him, but with keen observance he connected the relation of the pack scent with that of the femme. She was the Alphess, as he could tell not only through body posture, but through the pungent armona of her wafting thick thorugh the soil's descent.

Appropriately, his head ducked, ebody a sharp comparison to the muted colors of the underfoot, and his posture took acknowledgment of his place before hers. As his maw was brought low to the ground, he gently nosed his offering to her, the bloody but soundly intact hare skipping softly to the white paws before him, and he stated,

"I have come looking for a place to call home. I have also brough the rabbit in show of courtesy and respect."

The assassin was careful not to speak too much, so he answered specifically whatever she asked him. He definitely did not desire to overstay or even overbark his welcome. Her voice may have been politely inquiring, but he took no chances to dwaddle in talking, lest that pleased her.
Winning favor was key, here, and these moments were crucial to him. He awaited any and everything else the Alphess could have wanted to know from the 3 years old, glacial gems locked on the base of her paws.