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pleasure flushed through his body at grayday's words, and he inclined his head gratefully. "you're too kind, sir," aditya said, smiling. "i've run across a lot of assholes myself. not here, yet, but in my travels."

an idea had struck him, upon entrance to the pack, and he voiced it now. "i will ask your permission for something, though." he paused, again choosing his words carefully. "i want to be of the best service possible to your pack. and to do so, i must be true to myself. i'm a natural wanderer."

"with your consent, i would like to travel the wilds for a couple of weeks to map out the land. once i have it all in my head, i would like to serve as a scout for your pack. keeping the borders up, inviting new members in, and the like. i would leave after i'm truly settled in, and will be back before the first snow. if the snow happens while i'm away, i will return with haste."

it was a gamble. aditya knew grayday needed hunters, especially as winter drew near. but the gray alpha would need them even more in the throes of the icy season, and he knew he would be tethered to the plateau when that time came. he did not want to wait months to serve a purpose.