Starting over (Joining)

Styx really wasn’t good at this whole ‘being formal’ thing, nor did he like dragging conversations on – but both were required when meeting potential candidates for his pack. There were already two wolves who had come and quickly departed; the Captain wanted to make sure that did not happen again. There needed to be loyalty from his members or else the pirate pack would eventually fall apart – and Styx would not stand for that. He had given up his life as a rogue to be the leader of a pack and he would not accept failure as an option. Being a loner was easy – it was something he was exceptionally good at – and now the coywolf needed to master being part of a pack. However, for the nomad the only way he could be part of a pack was to be at the top. There was no other way. While he was still wary of the stranger before him, Styx found himself immediately liking the golden-eyed Bishop. Her last statement caused the lanky Alpha to make his decision about whether she would be a part of the pirate pack or not, but he did not voice this aloud. He had shared little information with her about Neverwinter – what if she changed her mind about joining after she learned more? “We are a family,” he started with a wisp of a smile, seafoam eyes focused on her dark frame. “We consider ourselves a ‘band of pirates’, and while I – and the other Alpha, Kat – encourage independence among our members, there are rules. And with those rules are strict consequences. We look out for each other and work as a unit, those who do not comply with that will not be a part of the pack.” After he finished speaking, the long-limbed leader gave a short wag of his tail. “If you are interested, there is a place for you in Neverwinter; however…” his voice trailed off, a brow quirked as he inhaled the two scents mingling with her own. “I would like to meet the two pup’s you brought along with you.”