Hope (Joining thread)

Ryder sniffed lightly at the small breeze that had picked up, smelling nothing of interest he turned his full attention back to the wolf infront of him, while he was still nervous he had colected himself enough to answer clearly and solidly when he was asked his name, and what skills he could offer the pack. "My name is Ryder, sir" he replied, the question about his skill made him think for a moment "Im a fair tracker, sir" and it was the truth, he'd been hunting on his own practically since he could walk, even though he could only take down small prey "And I think, when im older, I could be a fair fighter, sir"Thats what my Father was he added mentally, fighting was in his blood, his father, his fathers father, it went back many, many generations. Not that he wanted to follow in their footsteps but, it came naturally to him, and in his short life, he had learned to hold his own in a fight despite everything.